When winter comes with its chilly blast, And all the world seems dreary; We dream of memories of the past, All of which makes us cheery. We see the fields with their blanket of snow, As o'er the country we gaze; And smile to ourselves, as we all know It's merely taking the place of the maize. We miss the green grass all over the lawns, And the birds that would come after crumbs. For unto us a new world dawns, Unfolding itself about us, when winter comes. |