The days are getting short again
Leaves fall from the trees
Nights are haunted by howling winds
Harbinger of the freeze
But sometimes there is no way to know
Until it's too late and
You wake up to an early snow
Eyes have become cold again
A distant light from the trees
Waiting for winter to begin
Before it's up to your knees
But sometimes there is no way to know
Until it's too late and
You wake up to an early snow
Brace yourself against the cold
Wish you could have stayed in bed
Follow me for bread and gold
An ancient nexus lies ahead
When the days become warm again
Mountains covered with green
Flower's bloom as the clouds roll by
Ain't a better sight to be seen
