Country Snow !

The snow is so high in the meadow.
It's piled so high,
I bet up to grand dad's eye.

The snow is so high in the meadow.
It's smooth and shines like white glass.
Not to be walked on, just blow.
We pray it won't melt or pass.

Because it is pretty we accept the cold.
It lights up the night.. " 'cause it's from God", we are told.

The snow is so high in the meadow
Heaven sent it down to earth.
The snow is so high in the meadow
It gives joy like the second birth!