Summer nights and swallows have long flown south
Once they flew high beneath the sky
You wonder if they’ll come again
Wonder how to find
Joyful rhymes to your song.
I don’t know so I can’t tell you
How to do it or how to see it
‘Cause certain birds are wintering
Naked trees, frozen seas
Resting, waiting
As the winter roses grow on the window
The snow is falling quietly
It’s a magic world of white
Which causes change so blissfully
Paints it all so bright
But for who?
There’s a time, a word within a rhyme
For the night within, night within you
Where certain songs are wintering
Naked thoughts, frozen dreams
Resting, waiting
As the winter roses grow on the window
The snow is falling quietly
It’s a magic world of white
Which causes change so blissfully
Paints it all so bright
It’s a restless world of noises
The snowfall deadens the sound
Singing through it’s silence
“There is a song to be found