Winter Birds

It's the widow, now, that owns that angry plow

The spartan mule and crippled cow

The fallow field that will yield no more

As the fox lay sleeping 'neath her kitchen floor

The stream can't contain, such the withering rain

And from the pasture, the fence, it is leaning away

The clouds crack and growl

Like some great cat on the prowl

Crying out, "I am, I am", over and over again

The days grow short

As the nights grow long

The kettle sings it's tortured songs

A many petalled kiss I place upon her brow

Oh, my lady, lady I am loving you now

The winter birds have come back again

Hear the sprightly Chickadee, gone now is the Willow Wren

In passing, greet each other as if old, old friends

And to the voiceless trees, it is their own they will lend

The days grow short

As the nights grow long

The kettle sings it's tortured songs

A many petalled kiss I place upon her brow

Oh, my lady, lady I am loving you now

Though all these things will change

The memories will remain

As green to gold and gold to brown

The leaves will fall to feed the ground

And in their falling, make no sound

Oh, my lady, lady I am loving you now

I've gathered all my money and I'm goin' to town

To buy my lady a long and flowing gown

'Cause come tomorrow morning, we're off to the county fair

Find a yellow flower, and I will lace it in her hair

The days grow short

As the nights grow long

The kettle sings it's tortured songs

A many petalled kiss I place upon her brow

Oh, my lady, lady I am loving you now

Oh, my lady, lady I am loving you now