paroles de chanson Snow - Sam Baker

First light, city streets they are white and steamy
Waiting on the tracks of the early machinery
This city's so pretty
When the snow falls, just a dawn (?)

Hey, paper boy, how 'bout (themselves? sells?)
This snow keeps fallin', ain't never gonna melt
This city's so pretty

Got a cup-a-coffee and a Sunday Globe
Table by the window, watch the flowers in(?) the road
This city's so pretty

Far ships in the night from sailors from the sea
Walk the streets of dawn down on spree(?)
This city's so pretty

They are so far from home
The snow is deep and the road is long
The snow is deep and the road is long
They're so far from home

Pass a stranger on the street, he (?) out of source(?), he says:
Hey, mister, I came up short, you got any change, the Lord loves the given I believe.
A small change to a stranger, strange on the street, strange to a man who thought he'd never get deep.
Well there's a thousand ways
A man in the snow gets (? well?)

They are so far from home
The snow is deep and the road is long
The snow is deep and the road is long
So far from home

There's snow upon the ocean, there's snow upon the land.
Talk about forgiveness
Help me understand
But I hold on tight
I do not let go
I walk these streets
I am frozen in...
Snow

First light, city streets are white
And Christina(e?)'s waiting on the tracks of the dirty machines
First light, city streets are white
Christine(a?), they are waiting.