a winter's crown
settles on your scarlet bonnet
you've turned
your back on summer
oh, how I wish
I loved you
in the winter...
the evening breath
is long and cold
and loneliness settles in
and my green fields
are long gone away
oh, send me songs of springtime
and I shall love you
in the winter...
I know I'm a dreamer
my bonnie bud
ne'er turn your
back on me again
your mem'ry fixed
you are mine forever
while I silently drift
and winter draws e'er nearer
I'm not a poet
I'm a dreamer
I'm a lover
of your rolling plains
and of flakes of snow adrift
and of golden pollen
settling on the ruby bud
of a thought
and a whim
of the winds...
s.wilson
settles on your scarlet bonnet
you've turned
your back on summer
oh, how I wish
I loved you
in the winter...
the evening breath
is long and cold
and loneliness settles in
and my green fields
are long gone away
oh, send me songs of springtime
and I shall love you
in the winter...
I know I'm a dreamer
my bonnie bud
ne'er turn your
back on me again
your mem'ry fixed
you are mine forever
while I silently drift
and winter draws e'er nearer
I'm not a poet
I'm a dreamer
I'm a lover
of your rolling plains
and of flakes of snow adrift
and of golden pollen
settling on the ruby bud
of a thought
and a whim
of the winds...
s.wilson
Well...this is what happens when it snows and there's a silence all around...the highways are closed to traffic as winter boils all around me...yet soft music, hot tea and memories of summer drift ever so sweetly in my mind's eye...and tell me again why I moved back to Iowa from Florida...
