I look out upon the clear fresh morning
The smell of fresh snow falling to the ground
Soon very soon
I hurry fast, fast before it melts
I must hurry to make one last snowman of the year
To remind me of when next I shall build anew my worderful snowman
Then I awake and see the sand
Feel the heat
Know the truth
I must rise and tend my flock
Take them to the oasis
The oasis of our lifes...