in the country for the winter
in the country for the winter
the ice sleeps on the pond
the geese are slowly swaying
as the cold does drive them on
i am listening for some one
underneath these skies of grey
but my hopes are lost intentions
and for whom i cannot say
in the country for the winter
crushing frost before the dawn
‘neath feet on indecision
on the path down to the pond
no frogs or crickets singing
only silence fills my ear
deafened by my every thought
by the words i long to hear
in the country for the winter
staring madly at the stars
away from false excitement
synthesized by lights and cars
i cannot go on dreaming
thinking i am fine alone
i can only hope the winter
will freeze my heart to stone
in the country for the winter
the ice sleeps on the pond
the geese are slowly swaying
as the cold does drive them on
i am listening for someone
underneath these skies of grey
but my hopes are lost intentions
and for whom i should not say
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