Snow

9. SNOW

A traditional bluegrass song about a traditional form of precipitation. Ron Stewart plays banjo and fiddle. He overdubbed the fiddle at his home studio in Kentucky and it sounded like he was right in the middle of the band kicking it off. Another man with too much talent for one body.

CH) Don’t it look lovely, all quiet and cold
But there’s nothing as lonesome as the new fallen snow

There’s a winter storm warning, and it’s 20 below
The roads are all frozen–I’ll just stay at home
But I’ve got some company–no, I’m not alone
It’s me and her memory and a foot of new snow

Now the stove’s full of kindling, see the soft embers glow
I can’t run from this hurtin’–there’s no place to go
Just when I’ll be better, there’s no way to know
Now my mind is drifting like a blanket of snow

I guess all my misery is beginning to show
I’ve run out of reasons, No stones left to throw
The sunshine it’s coming and the flowers will grow
But the pain that I’m feeling is gonna outlast the snow