I'm Counting Snowflakes ( as they fall )

Words and Music by P.T.Butterfield

Copyright WWW(Words With Wood ) . Music

for PTB Productions © 2001

( Written for the Palestinians; Without a home, Without a land and Without Hope )

I would like to thank the following Jewish Terrorist Groups; Haganah, Irgon and Stern, and Jewish immigrants, for their devotion to murder, genocide and ethnic cleansing;

For without them, this song would not have been possible.

Written for the children of Palestine. "You don't have to be a radical to know what's wrong or the truth"

This song was written from several years of daily newspaper reports, of on the ground reporting from within Palestine from 1999 onwards

The use of Israeli soldiers using Palestinian children as target practice, when playing on open land that once held Palestinian farms and groves, now razed to the ground.

On this particular day, the funeral of a young girl was been reported ( 1st verse );

The use of American fitted and supplied assassination helicopters, to "hand out" Israeli justice by tracking mobile phones of so called suspects within their cars. ( if they know with pin point accuracy were they are, then why don't they arrest them and be seen to give fair justice? )

But this day, when the helicopter fired at the vehicle parked at junction, but only to be surrounded by innocent families in their vehicles, the shrapnel killed all those around the car.

The second verse is for the sheer desperation of these people held within two concentration camps; Gaza and West bank, to use suicide bombers tactics, knowing their property is been razed to the ground or being built on.

"One man's freedom fighter is another man's terrorist"

Intro and Outro

I’m counting snowflakes, as they fall ( I’m Children snowflakes, as they fall )

Each one special, no matter how small

They touch the ground, they touch your heart

Can you Stay for a day, or will you, melt away ( Killed by the bullet, from an Israeli gun)

1st Verse:

There’s a place in the sun , For the lemons to grow

That's Picked by the children , Who never grow old

And driven by dreams , On a tank full of hate

She had dust on her boots , And a flag, dressed for hope

Chorus:

Oh land of mine I love you so

Without a name To call my own

Oh land of mine I loved you so

I’ll wear your flag To bring me home

( Last time; Your flag dressed in blood, To bring me home )

2nd Verse:

Well there’s dust in the air , Between this land and the sea

And there’s a home for us , Still standing free

(And) There’s a hole in the sky , For the missiles to fly

And It’s a good day to live , And a good day, to die

Chorus:

Outro: