Oh wordless winter wonder chill
Your season is returning
Someone told me you had smiled
On the autumn leaves still
burning
And a cinder flew into my
eyes
Brought me down to tears
As the songs of sorrow I have
cried
Fell upon deaf ears
And so I sit close to the stove
The kerosene is burning
Feeling wiser feeling old
They say life is for learning
Still I curse the equinox
For the darkness she will
bring
But I'll be damned if my heart
stays locked
While waiting for the spring
© 1986 Stuart Kabak Paper Boat Productions
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