It's well below freezing when you fetch the mail
There should be no reason it hurts to inhale
You're fresh from the city, not used to this weather
Admitted, it's pretty when witnessed together
But you wouldn't expect it in August
Frost on the glass, what a wonder
Numb lips and cracked skin,
Your coat's wearing thin
Snow in the summer
The fields that grew over no longer have purpose
Green grass and white clover might never resurface
A cover of snow withholds them from view
You free them, although no thanks goes to you
But you wouldn't expect it in August
Frost on the glass, what a wonder
Numb lips and cracked skin,
Your coat's wearing thin
Snow in the summer
Breaking down sorrow that's stronger than words
Demands the right device
Over a century's passed since the first
Who dared to break the ice
But you wouldn't expect it in August
Frost on the glass, what a wonder
Numb lips and cracked skin,
Your coat's wearing thin
Snow in the summer
And you wouldn't expect it in August
Grieving that froze into wonder
Numb lips and cracked skin,
The joke's wearing thin
Snow in the summer
Verse melody derived from the accompaniment to “I have a song to sing, o!”
