It came as a black veil.
A shadow.
From hell.
Standing in fields of emerald green.
It began to snow eternally.
It took everything from me.
Eternally.
Son, which path will you go?
Snow ain't no place for a boy to grow.
Live my 18 winters, then you'll see,
It ain't cold outside, they just bury it deep.
Boy, take it from me.
Before ya called ma, they called me Queen of all the wild things
In the snow I watch the flowers die,
Wilted wishes bruise and curl,
A ruined girl, a strand of pearls,
Now I lay me down to sleep.
It ain't cold outside, my soul ain't nobody's to keep.
I beg mercy,
Sweet mercy,
For the wolves to shelter me.
They licked my wounds,
A new morning came soon,
And the bells did ring,
I was queen of all the wild things.
And the snow did sing,
A tinkering tune going on and on and on
Eternally.
Son, which path will you go?
The snow ain't no place for a boy to grow.
Live my 18 winters, then you'll see,
It ain't cold outside, they just bury it deep.