Lyrics

As the snow comes down again
I await this winter's end
In the blue chair by the fire
As this icy day transpires

The wind sounds so lonely
The sky looks so old
I sit here waiting to unfold

And the snow will melt away
It was never meant to stay
Someone else will feel this small
In another Simcoe squall

The wind will sound lonely
The sky will be old
Why was I waiting?