Lyrics

The wind's been building snowmen
They stand where they've been blown
This is the first old-fashioned winter
This love of ours has known
It's the kind our parents talked about
With their glasses full of wine
Exaggerations mingle, sentimental
For a simpler, colder time.

So leave me in the springtime when the crocus is in bloom
But stay with me this winter night and warm my lonely room

The weatherman's in heaven
It's the best he's ever seen
Record-setting Doppler weather radar
Spins like laundry on the screen

The snow stays on like family
When the invitation's cold
Coming back for second helpings
Telling stories that are getting old

When the winter drives you crazy
The snow might keep you sane
Cuz at least it's not December
And at least it isn't rain

So leave me in the springtime when the crocus is in bloom
But stay with me this winter night and warm my lonely room