Winter Calling.
Winter’s calling,
And leaves are falling,
On the hill,
I feel the chill…
Days still hot,
But nights are cold,
Cool mornings,
Later dawnings…
So, it’s goodbye for while,
On the yellow-brick mile,
Give me a tear,
And give me a smile…
Winter’s calling,
Leaves are falling,
On the river,
There’s a shiver…
JP Brown – 24/02/2008.
