I sit by my window watching the dirty snow
I sit by my window crying tears heart felt.
It's been a long, cold, lonely winter of discontent.
It's been a long, cold, drought since my love went.
She left me on a sun bright day.
In shimmering white snow, she walked away.
Her tracks are melting, spreading fast.
Like her love, they will not last.
Cold, I sit at this window pane.
It seems my life is on the wane.
Now all I long for is the sun's warm mirth.
When the flowers burst from the earth.
Chase these cold, lonely winter blues away.
And give me hope for a better day.
When I can walk to the bird song breeze.
Through green grass and new leaf trees.
With a new love by my side.
Until then, I must abide.
Until there comes that still sweet day,
When spring, once again, comes my way.
Copyright 2002 © Ronald W. Hull
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