Wings on snow, a fate God chose Morning finds a dove so frozeWho too soon thought the spring arrived In warmth below her love survivedUp in Oliver County On the West Dakota plainLived a farmer's daughter Hazel Minor was her nameShe was soon to come in bloom A prairie rose of springShe'd never seen the young girl dreams Her sixteenth year would bringHush-a-bye, don't you cry Cold is like a sorrowSing a song, it won't be long You'll be warm tomorrowA 1920 mid-March storm Caused school to let out earlySo each child could reach their farm Before the blizzard's furyWith her brother's sister bundled tight Hazel pitched the sleighBut in the night of blinding white She somehow lost her wayFor half a day they plotted on Then darkness, desperationHazel put the young ones down Lay her body over themThrough the night she gave them songs And stories to sustainNear the dawn her strength all gone Three by sleep were plainHush-a-bye, don't you cry Cold is like a sorrowSing a song, it won't be long You'll be warm tomorrowSilent song, paling wind Storm at end, again beginNot all too sore, the wind's aloft Stiffened wings, feathers softThe next day the searchers came And found the horse still standingIts eyes and nose frozen closed No duty more demandingThey lifted Hazel from the snow Only limp her hairWith sadness, joy the girl and boy Alive beneath her thereHush-a-bye, don't you cry Cold is like a sorrowSing a song, it won't be long You'll be warm tomorrowWings on snow, a fate not chose Morning finds a dove so frozeWho too soon thought the spring arrived In warmth below her love survivedHush-a-bye, don't you cry Cold is like a sorrowSing a song, it won't be long You'll be warm tomorrowHush-a-bye, don't you cry You'll be warm tomorrowYou'll be warm tomorrow