Snowstorm - Jennie Abrahamson

A snowstorm is coming

Coming to wipe us out

A cold white cover

And all be quiet

And we watch by the windows

And we hide in our beds

While the cold wind is blowing

Above our heads

And we know all the prayers

Yeah, we know all the rhymes

If there’ll ever come a morning

We’ve denied it three times

We never cared, never cared about the water

We never cared, never cared about the bees

We never cared, never cared about the hungry

We never cared, never cared about the trees

Bring it on out

Bring it out to the fire

Let us stay warm until it takes us all

I know it’s not sharp but my arrow’s all I’ve got