When the morning comes 
And you're still sleeping 
With all those dreams 
In your pretty head 

I'll light a fire 
While the sun comes creeping  
All across
The meadow bed 

The old clock has stopped
No longer ticking 
No longer counting every second 

Out by the car 
Our snowman's melting 
Nothing can bring
him back now 

His smile a twig 
And his nose a cucumber 
His eyes two pinecones   
Looking out 

We got pictures of him 
Like little kids laughing 
In the snow we were walking hand in hand 

We went looking for a big surprise
 And we found before our eyes 
two white elks grazing on the green 
Then we heard the honkers coming
Landing on the lake of summer 
Nesting there and waiting for a dream 

When the morning comes    
And you're still sleeping 
With all those dreams 
In your pretty head 

I'll light a fire 
While the sun comes creeping      
All across
The meadow bed