Bury me in winter when
Days are dressed in silver, to remain
Till it is warm again
And hide me from the shadows
Great thoughts and broken arrows
Till the day
Day it is cold again
Bury me in winter when
Days are dressed in silver, to remain
Till it is warm again
And hide me from the shadows
Great thoughts and broken arrows
Till the day
Day it is cold again
Take route, find your feet
Make space in And ideas trickle around
In bloom is where you will be found
My thoughts flicker on Seasons march on and on and on And ideas trickle down
In bloom is where you will be found
Bury me in winter when
Days are dressed in silver, to remain
Till it is warm again
And hide me from the shadows
Great thoughts and broken arrows
Till the day
Day it is cold again