SNOW BOUND

SNOW BOUND


Nova Scotia was truly blessed
The day Hank Snow was born
People from around the world
The happy, blue and forlorn......
Fell in love with his singing
And his amazing deep voice
Entertained the troops abroad
Amidst the war & noise.

His childhood was rather sad
As he was treated very mean
Abused at such an early age
Way up into his teens;
Music was his true escape
He dreamed in black & white
And then in living color
Saw his dreams take flight.

From poverty to a Millionaire
He took quiet baby steps
Always quite the gentleman
Still, many times he wept;
The road was often rocky
But he just persevered
And soon on the radio
A super song appeared.

"I'm moving on!"won our hearts
As did many other songs
He wrote his own style lyrics
Of love somehow gone wrong;
How he loved his mother
And his handsome horse
Canada and the USA
And Jimmy, his boy, of course.

Now Hank's dead and he's gone
But we still have his songs
To miss him as we dance and smile
And as we try to sing along;
He may be up in Heaven now
He's no longer here snowbound
I'd like to say "Hello Luv"
"I miss you being 'round."