If I got out in the morning snow
In my pajamas and my winter coat
And take from the house our darker thoughts,
And take away the memory of loss,
And if I drop them into the snow
Will we never find them anymore?

To see him, to see him happy.
To see him, to see him happy.

In the same field where we have stood
To see your brother flay away in spring
In a light blue and silver plane,
Now the snow has covered everything.
I think we will be made clean like the snow.
I think we will become new like the snow.

To see him, to see him happy.
To see him, to see him happy.

Some winters are harder than others.
We are going to take our cameras
And look through at black trees with empty arms
And sled tracks wandering, as we are.

To see him, to see him happy.
To see him, to see him happy.