Loaded all of my wheels
Spun on top of them fields
Some for rolling down hills
Some on windowless sills
Rain is sounding like guns
Lake and riverbed runs
Some are breaking my back
Mud is porcelain glass
And I can see the sun
Shine on everyone
Just another to ford
But I will never see
What amazes me
Snow in Idaho, lord
Hurt my mother today
She won’t cry if I stay
I came back with the reigns
In my hands
My Pa riding away
He said, “Give it three days.”
But I’ve been watching for days
And I can see the sun
Shine on everyone
Just another to ford
But I will never see
What amazes me
Snow in Idaho, lord
Wait
In the valley
And you won’t have to wait
Stay
Like sparrows on a breeze
You can blink
And still hear those wings
Now I’m falling asleep
Sun on top of my heap
When my eyes are rainbows
Filled with Idaho snow
Filled with Idaho snow
Filled with Idaho snow
Snow in Idaho, lord
About the Creator
Sawyer Phillips
Singer-songwriter recovering from an injury. *Now pursuing a career in creative writing* Black coffee and late night flights. ☕️✈️✨

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