The Snowdrop Girl (song)

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THE SNOWDROP GIRL

by Eddie M Peterson - all rights reserved

The floorboards creak a weary song, a tune of hunger and of cold
Mama coughs the whole night long, a story often told
Our bread is thin, the soup is weak, a shadow in her eyes I see
Just seven years, my spirit meek, but I must find a remedy.

The snow still bites with icy teeth, but whispers promise in the air
Of spring's rebirth, a gentle wreath, a beauty past compare
I weave a basket out of twigs, and venture to the frosted wood
Where tiny snowdrop faces lift, a fragile hopeful brotherhood.

Oh, life would be a fairy tale, a sunlit, golden, gentle stream
If we were better to our fellow men, and shared a hopeful dream
If kindness flowed like rivers wide, and empathy shone bright and clear
Oh, life would be a fairy tale, if we just held each other dear.

I sit upon the cobbled stone, where carriages and riches gleam
My snowdrops offered, one by one, a fading hopeful dream.
They hurry past, averted gaze, their silks and furs a cruel display
Unseeing of my childish ways, ignoring all I have to say.

The twilight falls, a somber hue, my stomach aches, my heart is low
Then she appears, serene and true, a radiant, gentle glow
She asks the price, her eyes so kind, "Enough for bread, for Mama's need."
A treasure greater, I did find, a truly selfless, loving deed.

Oh, life would be a fairy tale, a sunlit, golden, gentle stream
If we were better to our fellow men, and shared a hopeful dream
If kindness flowed like rivers wide, and empathy shone bright and clear
Oh, life would be a fairy tale, if we just held each other dear.




A woman in a white dress kneels beside a girl holding a basket of flowers. They stand on a snowy street at sunset, surrounded by charming houses and bare trees. The scene feels warm and magical.