Anne Murray - Snowbird

Be^Gneath it's snowy ^Emmantle cold and ^Amclean, The ^Dunborn grass lies waiting for its ^D7coat to turn to ^Ggreen. The ^Gsnowbird sings the ^Emsong he always ^Amsings, And ^Dspeaks to me of flowers that will ^D7bloom again in ^Gspring.

When ^GI was young my ^Emheart was young then, ^Amtoo. And ^Danything that it would tell me, that's the ^D7thing that I would ^Gdo. But ^Gnow I feel such ^Ememptiness with^Amin, For the ^Dthing that I want most in life's the ^D7thing that I can't ^Gwin.

^GSpread your tiny ^Emwings and fly a^Amway, And ^Dtake the snow back with you where it ^D7came from on that ^Gday. The ^Gone I love for^Emever is un^Amtrue, And ^Dif I could you know that I would ^D7fly away with ^Gyou.

The ^Gbreeze along the ^Emriver seems to ^Amsay, That he'll ^Donly break my heart again should ^D7I decide to ^Gstay. So, little ^Gsnowbird, take me ^Emwith you when you ^Amgo To that ^Dland of gentle breezes where the ^D7peaceful waters ^Gflow.

^GSpread your tiny ^Emwings and fly a^Amway, And ^Dtake the snow back with you where it ^D7came from on that ^Gday. The ^Gone I love for^Emever is un^Amtrue, And ^Dif I could you know that I would ^D7fly away with ^Gyou.

Yeah, ^Dif I could I know that I would ^Cfly ^Am away with ^Gyou.