Winter
Old winter leans like endless rolling time
Bent with the weight of waiting for a sight
A glimpse could light the dark and sound the chimes
To chide the barren bleakness of the night
To chide the barren bleakness of the night
The dawn lights daydreams that call him daily
To live in the light of his childlike schemes
And hopes built on sands and thoughts of his lady
Paint the many colors of his dreams
Paint the many colors of his dreams
And the sunshine lady is rainbow's end
And winter out walking is longing for his friend
He is longing for his friend