Cold is the wind ,cold is in the blow
blasting through me like nobody knows
feel it on my face tearing at my eyes
the cold is biting back and I just want to hide
snow fall on the ground ,higher than the grass
all is white all is quiet not a sound behad
footprint show the walkers dogs and followers shiver by
snowfall on the rooftops and chimneys puff their white
cold is the wind I feel it through and through
but i is all tucked up in here with fire ,logs and stew
venture out ,I'd sooner not when wine a plenty and foody lots
so stay inside ..rest your feet.. enjoy the warm and drink a cheers
Feb 11, 2011
Feb 11, 2011 at 2:55 AM UTC
Cold is the wind ,cold is in the blow
blasting through me like nobody knows
feel it on my face tearing at my eyes
the cold is biting back and I just want to hide
snow fall on the ground ,higher than the grass
all is white all is quiet not a sound behad
footprint show the walkers dogs and followers shiver by
snowfall on the rooftops and chimneys puff their white
cold is the wind I feel it through and through
but i is all tucked up in here with fire ,logs and stew
venture out ,I'd sooner not when wine a plenty and foody lots
so stay inside ..rest your feet.. enjoy the warm and drink a cheers
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