I am a good old goose With a period old jeez I was going to appease Then came flowing in the breeze The breeze blew on my face To make me a tease
The breeze asked me my name I called out the same Then i asked it's name I don’t have one said the breeze So i called it by the seasons name I called it Winter Breeze
I asked the winter breeze From where it came to chase Breeze said with please I come from the mountains maze Flowing though the valleys space Flaunting in my own space
Winter Breeze kept flowing on my face And i was overwhelmed by it’s grace Mild whistles blew to say it’s trace And my mind went flying with it’s tale
It said the story of the far and the near While ending the tale it whispered clear
I will never see you again dear Breezes don’t have names And they don’t want to stay
I went wearing a tear Listening the say, no dear Without saying a word, another The Winter Breeze kept flowing far for ever