So it snows

So it snows to explain, what is mercy in Norway.
So it snows to explain. And forbearance is cold.
But the viper lethargic, the songbirds away,
let us store up desire, the land being told.

Every house, every road, every statue the same
when explained in the special heavenly way.
But we will not forget that we do have a name
And by spring it will show we have something to say.