Dear Mr. Snowman why are you still standing there

Don’t you see the sun is rising shinning an hole in your eye

In your eye

In your eyes

Ah

Take the road through the early spring garden

A smell of nostalgia in the air

Everything has fallen apart to rise

I remember from I was a child

The sun is burning through and the sky’s melting in

I think of you Mr. Snowman I'll pray for you tonight