An old friend of mine, Liz, tried out my fountain pen on a scrap of paper. She wrote, “A soft snow falls”. That’s it. Between walking the winter-swept lakeshore on my way to a visit and far-away hope, the words and music arrived. Dedicated to my witch, wise woman, and muse. You know who you are.
A soft snow falls the street light shines fridge clicks on old compressor whines I see you standing in my room your beauty shines but you leave too soon a light snow falls like your hair so fine on my pillowed bed oh you were so kind a soft snow falls all is quiet now on this Sunday night resting on my brow Chorus: Sit with me a while While I tell you stories Lie with me inside the covers of my single life Sit with me a while while I love you more it’s been too long it’s been too long while soft snow falls I will keep you warm When winter winds Threaten you with harm I'll bring you in You come again when daybreak calls I'll draw you in when the last snow falls Chorus: Sit with me a while While I tell you stories Lie with me inside the colours of my changing life Sit with me a while while I love you more it’s been too long it’s been too long while soft snow falls A soft snow falls footsteps slide I walk in drifts where the wind is wide I come to you where we see this through When the last snow falls I'll be with you When the last snow falls I'll be with you © 2016 words and music by Edward Moll (SOCAN)