A bright red mailbox
A gentle white glaze
Each flake drops
And takes its place
My niece sent a letter on Valentine's Day
It's snowing in heaven today
Angelo serves breakfast
His coffee is hot
The mailman discusses
The gloves he bought
In Hungary, or Germany, or three miles away
It's snowing in heaven today
The sky is an ocean
Of open white space
That settles on branches
And touches my face
In the silence, an old man is smiling away
It's snowing in heaven today