It falls to the ground in perfect peace
Colorado thinks it will never cease.
The color is pure and makes the earth clean
But if you throw it in my face I will call you mean.
You can make lots of igloos, angels and men
But if you stay inside I consider it a sin.
My favorite is when it glitters in the sun
This white powder brings so much fun.
Even though with it comes cold
I don’t think snow will ever get old!
Colorado thinks it will never cease.
The color is pure and makes the earth clean
But if you throw it in my face I will call you mean.
You can make lots of igloos, angels and men
But if you stay inside I consider it a sin.
My favorite is when it glitters in the sun
This white powder brings so much fun.
Even though with it comes cold
I don’t think snow will ever get old!
Of Lubbock
I want to come home
not that I feel alone
I'm tired of the sand
I can't even see my hand
Oh i long for the whiteness of snow
instead of the brown blowing sand
Of lubbock.