Come and see me
Don’t be scared
That girl with the long brown hair
Sitting quiet in her rocking chair
Singing songs in the country air
Singing:
Go, beautiful, go
Life is like the snow
Go beautiful go…
I saw it first on the outskirts of town
That big storm cloud
Going round and round
The trees all start bending down
And people rush to the safety of the House
But I’m still singing:
Go, beautiful, go
Life is like the snow
Go beautiful go…
The storm passed and the people stopped hiding
The town windswept but we’ll figure it out
There’ll be fights and I might be siding
But for now I’m still singing loud:
Go, beautiful, go
Life is like the snow
Go, beautiful go.