I'm dreaming
Of snowy days
Chill in the air
Wind in my face
I'm waiting
For a season to change
The way it's been out here
Things tend to stay the same
I remember when
We ran down the street
Laughing, holding hands
New york city
The first snow of the year
It's dry in california
Wish you were here
Sunny skies
All year long
Even when I'm blue
It don't bring the rain on
I'd trade it all
For a drop of gray
To bundle up in blankets
And stay home all day
I remember when
We ran down the street
Laughing, holding hands
New york city
The first snow of the year
It's dry in california
Wish you were here
Oh
Oh
I'm holding on
Even a memory lingers on
Snow will melt
When it meets the sun
I'll hold out for you, my darling one
I'll hold out for you, my darling one
New york city
The first snow of the year
It's dry in California
Wish you were here
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