The chorus goes like this:
So we know
We know
We always know
That what we did
Is under the snow
And we know
We know
That spring will show
The thing we hid
Is down below
I sang it all from start to finish. When I was done, I put down my guitar in my lap and looked at my father with an embarrassed blush. “Well, that’s what it is. I know it’s nothing special, but I like it.”
“It’s beautiful,” Dad told me.
“Oh, I know it’s not, but thank you.”
He shook his head and gave me that same amazing smile that I’d known my whole life. “I mean it. Play the song for me again. I could listen to you sing all night. You have such a pretty voice, young lady.”
I smiled back at him.
I pretended not to hear those words. Young lady.
“Sure, Dad,” I replied, picking up my guitar. “I’ll play it again. You just close your eyes and listen.”