The Bad Spellers - Just A Bunch'a Fiddleheads lyrics

Twenty inches every day on our hilly town, beautiful when we first saw it collecting on the ground. As much as I love you, little flakes of snow, it's spring and I'm wondering when you will go. We are looking forward to the summer so we can free our minds. We're so glad it's gonna soon be summer. The thaw will feed new life. Beneath the chaos of the heavy winter flows a stream welling forth a flood of good from in the frozen scene, helping tired life to grow, proliferate new seed. Sometimes I feel like a fiddlehead stretching out from spring 'til summers' end. Let's grow together.