When the morning comes And you're still sleeping With all those dreams In your pretty head I'll 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 Him back now His smile a twig And his nose a cucumber His eyes two pinecones Looking out We got pictures of him Like little kids laughing In the snow we were walking hand in hand We went looking for a big surprise And we found before our eyes Two white elks grazing on the green Then 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'll light a fire While the sun comes creeping All across The meadow bed