Anne Murray - Snowbird

Be^Fneath it's snowy ^Dmmantle cold and ^Dmclean, The ^Gunborn grass lies waiting for its ^G7coat to turn to ^Fgreen. The ^Fsnowbird sings the ^Dmsong he always ^Dmsings, And ^Gspeaks to me of flowers that will ^G7bloom again in ^Fspring.

When ^FI was young my ^Dmheart was young then, ^Dmtoo. And ^Ganything that it would tell me, that's the ^G7thing that I would ^Fdo. But ^Fnow I feel such ^Dmemptiness with^Dmin, For the ^Gthing that I want most in life's the ^G7thing that I can't ^Fwin.

^FSpread your tiny ^Dmwings and fly a^Dmway, And ^Gtake the snow back with you where it ^G7came from on that ^Fday. The ^Fone I love for^Dmever is un^Dmtrue, And ^Gif I could you know that I would ^G7fly away with ^Fyou.

The ^Fbreeze along the ^Dmriver seems to ^Dmsay, That he'll ^Gonly break my heart again should ^G7I decide to ^Fstay. So, little ^Fsnowbird, take me ^Dmwith you when you ^Dmgo To that ^Gland of gentle breezes where the ^G7peaceful waters ^Fflow.

^FSpread your tiny ^Dmwings and fly a^Dmway, And ^Gtake the snow back with you where it ^G7came from on that ^Fday. The ^Fone I love for^Dmever is un^Dmtrue, And ^Gif I could you know that I would ^G7fly away with ^Fyou.

Yeah, ^Gif I could I know that I would ^Ffly ^Dm away with ^Fyou.