As I Stare out into the Snow
I wonder, “Will it ever Stop falling?”
Everyone in this World should know…
A green World of Warmth is calling.
A place Sweet and Mild with Trees
Is saying “Come home to me…”
But I cannot…
I’m still here…
Dreaming, Longing, my good ol’ pier.

I dream of a place evergreen,
I’ll eat all the Salmon I want.
Most Majestic Mountains I’ve seen …
Lakes like a Baptismal Font.
People there I Know and Love
Gather under Gray Clouds above…
While I am here…
Calmly waiting…
Feelings of Home, Halt of Longing.