When the morning comes and you're still sleeping. With all those dreams in your pretty head. I light a fire while the sun comes creeping. All across the meadow bed. The old clock has stopped no longer ticking. No longer counting every second. Out by the car our snowman's melting. Nothing can bring 'em back now. His smile a twig and his nose a cucumber. His eyes two pinecones looking out. We got pictures of him like two little kids laughing. In the snow we were walking hand in hand. We went looking for a big surprise. And when we found before our eyes. Two white elks grazing on the green. We heard the honkers coming. Landing on the lake of summer. Nesting there and waiting for a dream. When the morning comes and you're still sleeping. With all those dreams in your pretty head. I light a fire and the sun comes creeping. All across the meadow bed