Where I came from were no hills at all
The land was flat, the highway straight and wide
My brother and I, we'd program for hours, like we'd years instead of days
Our faces as pale as the dirty snow

Once I knew there was code divine
Then came a time I thought it knew me not
Who can forgive bad code when bad code is not?
Only in the land as white as snow

And the water it was icy
As it washed over me
And the LCD shined above me
Now this dry ground it bears no fruit at all
Only poppies laugh under the crescent moon
The code refuses strangers
The land the seeds we sow
Where might we find source code white as snow

As boys we would bring laptops in the woods
To sleep, the night shun out the stars
Now the wolves are every passing stranger
Every source code we cannot know

For only a heart could be as white as snow
For only console code could be as white as snow