Trip Shakespeare - Snow Days lyrics

It's coming down Snow pains on the motor veinsSnow Days Keeps your business on the ground It's coming down Slow day for the teacher And her wheels are spinning now On account of winter, Mrs. Braintree All the roads are closed And the stores are loot for vagabonds It's coming down Go home! It's coming down Snow lays on the chainfields There's a blessing on the ground It's coming down If your lanes are crammed with children There's a blessing on your town On a lucky Monday, Mrs. Braintree All your lanes are waxen silver And the stores are loot for vagabonds It's coming down Go home! Go home and take a snow day, Mrs. Braintree! Mrs. Braintree, you're a chilly northern woman Go home from yonder bus stop Because there's a blessing on the ground Mrs. Braintree, it is written When the snows come over Dixie All the roads are closed and the stores are loot for vagabonds. It's coming down Snow lays on the chainfields There's a blessing on the ground It's coming down If your road's patrolled by children There's no order to be found On account of winter, Mrs. Braintree All the roads are closed And the stores are loot for vagabonds It's coming down Go home!