Boy in the Snow

Fancy the boy who bought with his own pocket-money
A goldfish for no one to come round and see
Picture yourself as a child in a raincoat
Running straight up to the merry-go-round in the park

Fancy there's no one to feel
Fancy nobody may reel
Like me when I imagine that boy trudging, rapt with the snow
The snow on the fields
The white snowfields glow
I shiver and kneel
Down in the snow

Fancy the girl, the way she's playing draughts
Stringing her kings at the rim of the board
She never worries, she simply fancies
The way they're lined up in a row on the board, she won't draw!

Fancy, there's no one to feel
Fancy, nobody may reel
Like me when I imagine that boy trudging, rapt with the snow
The snow on the fields
The white snowfields glow
He makes me just reel
The boy in the snow

Foreign 's the season he's in,
No one to understand him
No one to wonder like him at the snow covered fields
No one to understand me yet somebody may feel

Children's Choir: Nanana

The snow on the fields
The ruddy cheeks glow
As glistening tears
Fall in the snow

Fancy the boy, his head leant at the window...-...pane!
Watching for someone to come round and see
Someone to come round and see
See