Maybe you’ll understand me if I put my words into song
And you can hum along
Maybe you will find the rest of me I buried underground
In the safe and sound
The clouds are whispering with northern winds they blow
The call of winter beckons with the fall of snow
And if you’re seeking warmth but all the world is cold
You will not find yourself alone
Your shoes hangin’ round my house
Lying by the wayside
Making not a sound
While children are running through the fog
Birds are flying through the sun
Awaiting a new day
The clouds are whispering with northern winds they blow
The call of winter beckons with the fall of snow
And if you’re seeking warmth but all the world is cold
You will not find yourself alone
© 2013 Paolo Brian
Photo by Ashley Whillans
