If I go 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 our brother fly away in spring In a white, 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 But 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 In the same field where we have stood To see our brother fly away in spring In a white, blue and silver plane Now the snow has covered everything In a white, blue and silver plane Now the snow has covered everything