Songs from The Snow Maiden Returns
When you put your mind to it,
you'll know that you can do it
Trust me, I've been around
Deep inside you're just the right fit,
a girl with a heart that will never ever quit
Nothing can bring you down
It doesn't seem right but it's true
You'd be surprised what a little girl can do
It's not about strength
Or about being smart,
That will carry the day, so will you do your part?
Though you'll need to be strong,
And you'll need to be bright,
what you'll need most of all is to do what is right
You ask how much could a little girl do?
Maybe make up her bed, or add two plus two
But look into yourself and always be true
You'd be surprised what a little girl can do
It will not be easy,
and it will not be fun,
You might find yourself all alone, on the run
So follow your heart
when the going gets rough
We know you are able
We know you are tough
You ask how much could a little girl do?
More than write her own name,
or tie her own shoe,
Look into yourself and always be true
You'd be surprised what a little girl can do
Just look into yourself and always be true
And you'll learn what a little girl can do
Rev those engines, bring on the snow
Now fill that passageway
Soon the whole wide world will know
There'll be no Christmas day
Cover up those passageways
Block up all the Isthmus
I'm Winter Stine, now hear me say
There'll be no toys this Christmas
Santa's gone, I've frozen him
His sleigh and reindeer too,
I'm tired of him and his silly whim
Now there's nothing he can do
I just can't wait for Christmas day
As the children dart from bed
I know just what they'll do and say
When there is no man in red
Their tears will be my holiday
Their cries will make me smile
And everyone alive will say
Oh Stine, you are so vile!
Wake up father, sleep no more
Winter Stine is gone
She has left, of that we're sure
Yes Winter Stine is gone
Warming sun will free your heart
Free your heart to roam
Go back now and play your part
Back to your happy home
Take your paint brush with you now,
When Jack Frost dances 'round
Make it sparkle, you know how
Countryside and town
All poems © Len Senecal 2021
Moan, groan, woe is me,
Santa's been taken away
That jolly old man with the big bag of toys
Has been locked up along with his sleigh
Moan, groan, woe is me
What are we to do?
Without his smile and his generous style
Our toymaking days are through
Moan groan, woe is me,
There's not much more to say
Winter Stine is the winner now
Won't someone please come save the day?