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 - Martin James F Craft
 
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M. Craft - Snowbird lyrics
Snowbird was just a little girl once
 All tangled up in dandelion hair and polka dots
 And a picture book mind full of dreams and designs
 And visions of faraway places
 Yeah, she drew underwater worlds and cities in the stars
 In the Asteroid belt between Jupiter and Mars
 In felt tips and crayons her little works of art
 All promised a future of greatness
 She caught the sunlight in her eye
 Underneath the winter sky
 "I'll paint the world until I die", she said
 "One day I'll spread my wings and fly high like a snowbird"
Yes, I will
 Her daddy died when she was only ten
 But all she cried came out in ink and in pen
 She drew charcoal streets leading down to dead ends
 Where heads hung low in sorrow
 But she was left a small fortune at the reading of the will
 About enough for a life and then another life still
 And with her mother in a haze of vodka and pills
 Snowbird had just dreamed of tomorrow
 She caught the sunlight in her eye
 Underneath the winter sky
 "I'll paint the world until I die", she said
 "One day I'll spread my wings and fly high like a snowbird"
 Yes, I will
 That's right
 Years went by and she hit eighteenM. Craft - Snowbird - http://motolyrics.com/m-craft/snowbird-lyrics.html
 And left home for the art-school scene
 To paint the people of the shadows and the faces unseen
 For her hero was now Egon Schiele
 But she did a couple of little canvases and bad super 8
 And a conceptual piece that was thirty years too late
 It was all she could fit between the dinner and the dates
 With dreamers and drummers and dealers
 She caught the sunlight in her eye
 Underneath the winter sky
 "I'll paint the world until I die", and she said
 "One day I'll spread my wings and fly high like a snowbird"
Yes, I will
 Well, who's that girl in the little black dress?
 Her head held high like a real princess
 A glimmering, shimmering, coked up mess
 A fashion trash, art school failure
 Yeah, her fingernails are all there's left to paint in her world
 She dishes out the dirt with the party powder girls
 Who think love comes in diamonds and wisdom in pearls
 And art is just paraphernalia
 She's lost the sunlight from her eye
 There's only a mirror ball left in her sky
 "I'll do what I want till the day that I die
 Now see me spread my wings, I can fly high like a snowbird
 Snowbird was just a little girl once, she was
 Snowbird was just a little girl once
 Snowbird was just a little girl once, she was
 Snowbird was just a little girl once but now she can fly



















