Silver Birch - Del Shannon

作词：Del Shannon/Jonathan Perkins

作曲：Del Shannon/Jonathan Perkins

Soft floating snowflakes

Strike her wrinkled face

She waits there every night

In her tattered lace

He promised her a wedding

That never did take place

And her thoughts reflect the silver birch

And the tiny church

She thinks he's coming back

But she knows he won't

The porter tries to help

He offers her his coat

So many years

Have since long passed

Since he went away

And her thoughts reflect the silver birch

And the tiny church

Her daughter comes along

And takes her by the hand

She lives the kind of life

Her mother always planned

She takes her to the carved initials

On the silver birch

And she stands alone just like the birch

Near the tiny church