Michael Woodhead


Written & Composed by Michael Woodhead
Copyright © 1966, 2020

Here comes she, my Lady Snow
She knows where we want to go
Never asks me questions
Knows just what to do
Lady Snow is mine, now
And she's never blue

I confess, my Lady Snow
I will tell you what you want to know
Knows the latest fashions
Wants to wear my ring
Lady Snow, I love you
Winter, Summer, Fall and Spring

Once again, my Lady Snow
You know I will love you so
Make my love so real
Send me beauteous dreams
Lady Snow, I love you
In the sunshine beams