Winter sent Summer a letter
My bags are all packed, I'll be there in September
You need to start winding it down
The cold are I are both coming to town

Seems eons since I've been away
Just enough time for the Earth to bake
Knowing that it could use a rest
We'll be there soon before there's nothing left

I'll cover it in a blanket of white
Give it the sleep it needs till the time is right
Before Summer wakes up from it's slumber
With the singing of Spring like that of young lovers

I'll take time out to frolic and play
In the cool of the nights with the chill of the day
Telling cold jokes to all of the trees
Whether or not they find them funny

Then is when I'll pack up my bags
Taking with me what little cold I have left
Until the day we both meet again
In the heat of the breeze on the cold of the wind