Water on the window sill.
Ice is forming down the hill.
Snow ball fights are such a thrill.
This is the ice harvest.
People filled with snowy cheer.
Morons on the roof with beer.
Santa and his nine reindeer.
This is the ice harvest.
A desert of snow along the road.
People drive with heavy load.
And though they strive.
Some won't make it out alive.
This is the ice harvest.
Even though I sit all alone.
just waiting at the telephone.
Sitting by the fire.
Filled with desire.
This is my ice harvest.
And the ice will melt after its fall.
And though you've given me no call.
I'll sit here with a heart of cheer.
Waiting for the next ice harvest.
