I heard the winterthru the evening I saw the winterthru the trees Knee deep in silence Immune to the world around me
Winterthru a crack in the door Winterthru the bones of the poor November’s wind, December’s wind Are getting warmer now
Gone are the days of the Garity’s and Bergey Hill Sliding headlong into memories Dreaming of a white Christmas
Winter cut thru my breath I’m wrapped tight in a one piece snowsuit Laughter kept me warm For the task of building snowmen With a race against the sun I always lost, I never won
Gone are the days of a frozen pond, frozen toes Skating headlong into memories Dreaming of a white Christmas