I walk down the grey pathAnd I see the snowflakes coming down,Light as the sun, dark as the moon.I see a man shoot a deer,I see a girl streaked in tears,And I wonder why the snowIs so peaceful and clear.

Brookline, Massachusetts
I walk down the grey pathAnd I see the snowflakes coming down,Light as the sun, dark as the moon.I see a man shoot a deer,I see a girl streaked in tears,And I wonder why the snowIs so peaceful and clear.
