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Blurt.media Blues Radio - Winter Snow
Snow drips slow from the rooftops gray
Chimney smoke curls
Fades away
Boots crunch loud
Frost sings underfoot
Old man whittles
He don't say much
Cardinals flash through a silver mist
Morning's a gift you just can't resist
[Chorus]
Oh
This magic
Can't you feel it grow?
A morning stroll in the winter snow
Every flake's a tale
Every step's a show
A morning stroll in the winter snow
[Verse 2]
The baker’s fire
It smells like cheer
Warm baguettes
And a mug of beer
Children’s laughter
Echoes so clear
I tip my hat
“Good day
My dear.”
The fiddler tunes by the frozen stream
Playing a song that feels like a dream
[Prechorus]
Snow falls soft
Whispers to the ground
Hush now
Listen to the winter's sound
[Chorus]
Oh
This magic
Can't you feel it grow?
A morning stroll in the winter snow
Every flake's a tale
Every step's a show
A morning stroll in the winter snow
[Bridge]
Icicles dangle like crystal knives
Dancing light
Where the morning thrives
Harmonica hums a lonesome tune
The frost glows bright beneath the moon
And the world feels wide
But cozy too
In this village white
Where dreams come true
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By OGMediaSnow drips slow from the rooftops gray
Chimney smoke curls
Fades away
Boots crunch loud
Frost sings underfoot
Old man whittles
He don't say much
Cardinals flash through a silver mist
Morning's a gift you just can't resist
[Chorus]
Oh
This magic
Can't you feel it grow?
A morning stroll in the winter snow
Every flake's a tale
Every step's a show
A morning stroll in the winter snow
[Verse 2]
The baker’s fire
It smells like cheer
Warm baguettes
And a mug of beer
Children’s laughter
Echoes so clear
I tip my hat
“Good day
My dear.”
The fiddler tunes by the frozen stream
Playing a song that feels like a dream
[Prechorus]
Snow falls soft
Whispers to the ground
Hush now
Listen to the winter's sound
[Chorus]
Oh
This magic
Can't you feel it grow?
A morning stroll in the winter snow
Every flake's a tale
Every step's a show
A morning stroll in the winter snow
[Bridge]
Icicles dangle like crystal knives
Dancing light
Where the morning thrives
Harmonica hums a lonesome tune
The frost glows bright beneath the moon
And the world feels wide
But cozy too
In this village white
Where dreams come true