Sculptured - Snow Covers All lyrics

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[words & music by Don Anderson]

As it snowed, the efforts of his toil gave in

To a white, crystal veil that blankets the dead

Just as well, sometimes you couldn't look at them

Snow covered all and the harvest would dream again

He worked alone and the ground was so frozen and cold

Later, many would be taken by his strength and vigor

But all the more by the interiors of his psyche

And the craftsmanship of his labor

Time had granted many companions

Upheaved from the Earth, sometimes in pieces

Now assembled into a personal museum

Dust covered all and he would never be alone again

Can you not see the helplessness on his face?

Condemn the man who was always alone

He was no more a ghoul, than a pathetic angel

Without a full appreciation of what he had done

Can you not see the loneliness on his face

He's better off dead, he should have never been born

What now, what can be done?

Burn the past and burn what could become