It's been a long winter, it's been a long day.
I hope that change will come soon, hope spring's on its way.
Someday I'll wake up see them daffodils are grown.
And all of this will melt away, this February snow.
He was buried on a Monday, we had on black ties and suits.
I made you breakfast in the morning, you made me polish my own boots.
We went drinking in the palace bar all them boys they came to close.
And we walked home in the morning, in that February snow.
I remember Dublin town , you did something with your hair.
We checked into a cheap hotel, went dancing in that square.
We were just young lovers nowhere to be, nowhere to go.
I remember you kept slipping in that February snow.
I'm sorry for what I've become, for the things I never say.
I took away your youth from you, I locked it in a cage.
I thought I knew this road so well, thought I had it all in stone.
Well it's slipping through my fingers now like the February snow.
Somewhere the spring is already in full bloom.
The light shines in the window, shines right into this room.
Somewhere there is peace, in my heart and in my head.
Well somewhere we're still dancing, still dancing in that square.