A faint pastel sunrise in the sky,
It is so beautiful I'm ready to cry,
Winter here abounds;
There is snow all around.
Smoke curls from the old-fashioned covered in snow,
Little frosty--bitter breezes blow,
A snow-covered bridge runs across the frozen creek;
Winter is so beautiful and meek.
From here I can see the beautiful church covered in snow,
My cold cheeks are aglow,
My song of Winter here I sing;
On this Frosty Sunday Morning.
Beauty abounds here in the air,
With horse and buggies here and there,
From all around the song of Winter here doth sing;
On this beautiful Frosty Sunday Morning.
~Marian~
Aug 1, 2013
Aug 1, 2013 at 11:00 AM UTC
A faint pastel sunrise in the sky,
It is so beautiful I'm ready to cry,
Winter here abounds;
There is snow all around.
Smoke curls from the old-fashioned covered in snow,
Little frosty--bitter breezes blow,
A snow-covered bridge runs across the frozen creek;
Winter is so beautiful and meek.
From here I can see the beautiful church covered in snow,
My cold cheeks are aglow,
My song of Winter here I sing;
On this Frosty Sunday Morning.
Beauty abounds here in the air,
With horse and buggies here and there,
From all around the song of Winter here doth sing;
On this beautiful Frosty Sunday Morning.
~Marian~
