paroles de chanson The Snowman - Kidzone

Brand new and sparkling white, the snowman did not know
Much at all about the world. The afternoon he was made
He caught sight of the setting sun glowing red in the sky
He looks fierce, thought the snowman. But I'm sure he
Can't hurt me. He watched it go down and disappear
Evening fell and the moon rose in the sky. A full moon
Round and white. The snowman thought it was the sun again
He's back, the snowman said. Oh dear
Well, never mind. At least I can see now
I can see, said the snowman to himself. But I can't move. I do wish
I could run in the snow and slide on the ice like the children do
The old watchdog chained to his kennel nearby heard the snowman
The sun will soon teach you to run, just like the snowmen
Before you. Arf, arf! The dog laughed hoarsely. Up there
In the sky is the moon. He can't do anything. But remember
That red thing in the sky before that? That was the sun
He'll be back tomorrow, and he'll get you moving. Arf, arf!
I don't know if I like the sound of that, said the snowman
Too bad! Arf, arf! chuckled the watchdog. He huddled
Up in the corner of his kennel and went to sleep
The snowman of course stayed up all night. He saw the grey mist
Of dawn and felt the frost set a sparkle on his stony smile
And give a crunch to his carroty nose. He saw the sun rise
And set the snow laden branches of the trees a shimmer. It
Was bitterly cold and beautiful. Perhaps the sun wasn't so bad
What a wonderfully beautiful day. I do so love winter days like this
A young girl, hand in hand with her boyfriend, had come into
The garden. The girl's face was alight with pleasure at the snow
Isn't he a fine fellow? She said to her boyfriend. The young
Man laughed and pulled her by the hand back towards the house
The snowman's heart swelled with pride at the girl's
Words. Who are they? He asked the watchdog. Do you know?
Arf, arf! I know everything and everyone, barked the watchdog. Those
Two are a pair. They're mates. They like each other more than
Anything else. But they like me too
They give me bones, he said proudly
Are they important like you and me? Asked the snowman
Don't you know anything? Said the old dog. Why do you think
We're outside in the cold while they have a nice warm kennel
Over there? He pointed to the farmhouse with his grey-haired
Old nose. Of course they are important. It is we who are not
But I like the cold, protested the snowman. The dog
Wasn't listening. He was gazing towards the farmhouse
I was important once, he rasped. Arf, arf! Oh yes, they all
Loved me when I was a pup. I sat on their laps and licked their
Faces, and the master told me how clever I was. When I grew too
Big to sit on laps, they gave me my own bed in the kitchen
A nice soft cushion beside the stove. Plenty of food there was
Good food too. And peace and quiet. And how I loved that stove
What's a stove? Said the snowman
I was forgetting, said the dog, that you know nothing. A stove is a
Wonderful thing. It is coal black, just like your eyes. And it has
Four legs, just as I have. People feed it coal and logs, and it
Shoots flames from its mouth. When the wind blows hard enough, it
Roars and makes a howling sound with its long
Black neck. To lie beside a stove is one of the
Nicest things to do in all the world. Arf, arf!
The old dog's eyes grew misty with the memory
What does it look like? Asked the snowman
The dog's grey muzzle pointed to a window in the farmhouse. The
Snowman looked and saw the black thing gleaming with polish
Flames dancing behind its glass door. He could not stop looking
He had never seen such a beautiful thing. He felt drawn towards it
Why should this be? A snowman needs the cold to live
Why should he want to be close to a stove? Oh, why did
You leave her? He said to the dog. When she is so lovely
Dog: I bit the master's boy and they threw me out
Snowman: Such elegant legs! Such a beautiful face! I feel so
Strange! My insides are crumbling. I would dearly love to go
Inside beside the stove. If I wish very hard, do you think
That it might happen? It is my only wish in the whole world
Dog: Arf, arf! Not a chance of it! And if you
Did get inside, it would be the end of you
Snowman: This feeling may be the end of me, for it is cracking me up
All day long, the snowman gazed mournfully at the stove. He
Watched them open it to feed it with logs, and gasped with delight
When he saw the flames and sparks shooting out from its red mouth
As the afternoon wore on and it grew dark in the kitchen, the
Snowman marvelled at the hot, red glow that he could still see
Through the gloom from his position in the garden. The old
Watchdog grumbled in puzzlement. Why did the snowman feel this way?
All night long, the snowman stood dreaming in the garden, while the
Frost got busy about him, decorating the trees with dainty ice
Crystals, creeping into the bones of
The old watchdog and making him growl
Next morning was colder than ever. Ice covered the windows
Of the farmhouse and blocked out the snowman's view of
The stove. He pined all day. The dog growled in disgust
Dog: Such foolishness! But my bones tell me the
Weather will change soon. That'll be the end of it all
Sure enough, next day it was warmer. It began to thaw. The snowman
Began to melt. First his carroty nose fell out, then his teeth
And eyes. His head was falling to bits, and his body was sinking
One morning, the dog woke to see that all that remained of the
Snowman was a heap of wet snow. In the middle of the heap lay
A great long poker, used to pin the snowman's head to his body
Dog: That's the poker for the stove! No wonder he
Felt as if he belonged beside her. But that's the
End of it. Spring's coming. It'll all be forgotten
And the old dog was right