- Published on Friday, 01 March 2013 14:24
- Written by Maggi Kaye
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A Song of Winter
Come sing me a song of winter,
Of the storms and the windy skies
And the dead leaves dancing, swirling
Where the woodland pathway lies.
O sing of the frosty mornings,
Gleaming world and a red, red sun;
Of walks on the silvered moorlands
O’er webs by the snow winds spun.
Or give me the eerie music
Of the wind in a high bare tree,
Or the thundering diapason
Of the waves and the wintry sea.
O sing of a horse and rider
When the dews are gleaming fair,
And the thrill of a stretching gallop
In the sun-sweet morning air…
O sing me a song in the twilight
When we’re dreaming of days gone by,
A song of the gold and the glory
And the woods and the windy sky.