The wind and rain
Soon to be sleet and snow
These misted moors
Running to and frow
The leaves are falling
Clouds begin calling
For sheets of rain
And blankets of snow
Its winter or fall
Its cold outside for all
So bundle all up
In your blankets and furs
The time for carrols and rakes
And whited out states
Is running our way
But were here to stay
Sep 27, 2013
Sep 27, 2013 at 8:05 PM UTC
The wind and rain
Soon to be sleet and snow
These misted moors
Running to and frow
The leaves are falling
Clouds begin calling
For sheets of rain
And blankets of snow
Its winter or fall
Its cold outside for all
So bundle all up
In your blankets and furs
The time for carrols and rakes
And whited out states
Is running our way
But were here to stay
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