3 acessos
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