Winter's End

Once in a wood at winter’s end

The white silence turned into sound

The good old sun, becoming young

Made all the birds rise up in song

Shadows of the snowblocked trees

They made mummy by the freeze

But caught in new but known delight

They mingled to hear the birds recite

And winter time reaching its end

It had to be, it was dying

And I could hear a sound of singin’

Summer was slowly beginning, beginning

Glazed and shining was the world

That fought to have it’s leaves unfurled

It’s harvest hanging in between

I could see the spring begin

And winter time reaching its end

It had to be, it was dying

And I could hear a sound of singin’

Summer was slowly beginning, beginning