I 've posted this before, but it fits in here, so I'll post it again:

White Snow of the Springtime
Well it came like some Angel before you could know.
Now the blossom is fallen, it's gone like the snow.
The blossom is fallen, now the white tree is green -
when the summer is over then the fruit will be seen.
(chorus)
White snow of the springtime, new hope once again,
strength to us all, till we meet here as friends,
with hearts joined together, for all that is done -
peace ever after, from here and now on.

Now it's time to remember the lessons we learn
as we walk down this road, on which there's no return.
Skies that are cloudy, the grass that is green,
we carry them with us, those sights we have seen.
(Chorus)
White snow of the springtime, new hope once again,
strength to us all, till we meet here as friends,
with hands joined together, for all that is gone -
peace ever after, from here and now on.

No greater love could a man ever show
than to lay down his dreams for his friends and his foes.
Now and for ever, to stretch out those hands,
peace to the people of these troubled lands
(Chorus)
White snow of the springtime, new hope once again,
strength to us all, till we meet here as friends,
with hands joined together, for all that is gone -
peace ever after, from here and now on.

April 1996

This is a song that started with a physical image, of a cherry tree in my garden, and which has taken on a load of meanings for me - mostly to do with events in Ireland, and with Easter.

It's weird sometimes how reality follows images. I wrote the song back in 1996, and my "white snow" was fallen cherry blossom - but as they came out from negotiating the deal on Good Friday, the pictures on the TV showed them standing in falling snow, real snow. (Which is very rare in Ireland at Easter)

And here's a link to it on my website, with chords - (and when I can get it together, It'll have the tune as well). White Snow