If I got out in the morning snow

In my pajamas and my winter coat

And take from the house our darker thoughts,

And take away the memory of loss,

And if I drop them into the snow

Will we never find them anymore?

To see him, to see him happy.

To see him, to see him happy.

In the same field where we have stood

To see your brother flay away in spring

In a light blue and silver plane,

Now the snow has covered everything.

I think we will be made clean like the snow.

I think we will become new like the snow.

To see him, to see him happy.

To see him, to see him happy.

Some winters are harder than others.

We are going to take our cameras

And look through at black trees with empty arms

And sled tracks wandering, as we are.

To see him, to see him happy.

To see him, to see him happy.