Winters on its way


A leaf falls dead at my feet lady summer she must sleep,

Across the fields a misty ray sky’s that were blue have now

Turned grey, winter’s on its way.

The cold north wind seems to say put all your summer clothes

Away, upon the ground the leaves decay, winters on its way.

Summer dreams are fading fast. They must be tucked away at

Last, their memories will always glow and keep you going

Through the wind and snow until the new bird comes along and

Sings again her summer song.


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