If I go out in the morning snow   In my pajamas and my winter coat   And take from the house our darker thoughts   And take away the memory of loss   And if I drop them into the snow   Will we never find them anymore?      To see him   To see him happy   To see him   To see him happy      In the same field where we have stood   To see your brother fly away in spring   In a light blue and silver plane   Now the snow has covered everything.   I think we will be made clean like the snow   I think we will become new like the snow      To see him   To see him happy   To see him   To see him happy      Some winters are harder than others   We are going to take our cameras   And look through at black trees with empty arms   And sled tracks   Wandering as we are      To see him   To see him happy   To see him   To see him happy