Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Snowbird, artist - M. Craft. Album song Silver And Fire, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 21.05.2006
Record label: 679
Song language: English
Snowbird |
Snowbird was just a little girl once |
All tangled up in dandelion hair and polka dots |
And a picture book mind full of dreams and designs |
And visions of faraway places |
Yeah, she drew underwater worlds and cities in the stars |
In the Asteroid belt between Jupiter and Mars |
In felt tips and crayons her little works of art |
All promised a future of greatness |
She caught the sunlight in her eye |
Underneath the winter sky |
«I'll paint the world until I die», she said |
«One day I’ll spread my wings and fly high like a snowbird» |
Yes, I will |
Her daddy died when she was only ten |
But all she cried came out in ink and in pen |
She drew charcoal streets leading down to dead ends |
Where heads hung low in sorrow |
But she was left a small fortune at the reading of the will |
About enough for a life and then another life still |
And with her mother in a haze of vodka and pills |
Snowbird had just dreamed of tomorrow |
She caught the sunlight in her eye |
Underneath the winter sky |
«I'll paint the world until I die», she said |
«One day I’ll spread my wings and fly high like a snowbird» |
Yes, I will |
That’s right |
Years went by and she hit eighteen |
And left home for the art-school scene |
To paint the people of the shadows and the faces unseen |
For her hero was now Egon Schiele |
But she did a couple of little canvases and bad super 8 |
And a conceptual piece that was thirty years too late |
It was all she could fit between the dinner and the dates |
With dreamers and drummers and dealers |
She caught the sunlight in her eye |
Underneath the winter sky |
«I'll paint the world until I die», and she said |
«One day I’ll spread my wings and fly high like a snowbird» |
Yes, I will |
Well, who’s that girl in the little black dress? |
Her head held high like a real princess |
A glimmering, shimmering, coked up mess |
A fashion trash, art school failure |
Yeah, her fingernails are all there’s left to paint in her world |
She dishes out the dirt with the party powder girls |
Who think love comes in diamonds and wisdom in pearls |
And art is just paraphernalia |
She’s lost the sunlight from her eye |
There’s only a mirror ball left in her sky |
«I'll do what I want till the day that I die |
Now see me spread my wings, I can fly high like a snowbird |
Snowbird was just a little girl once, she was |
Snowbird was just a little girl once |
Snowbird was just a little girl once, she was |
Snowbird was just a little girl once but now she can fly |