As Winter Slips Away

It's another Sunday morning Coffee's drunk and breakfast's down The kitchen hearth's a bed of coals And the cat is warm and round There's dishes in the washer And the day is gettin' on It's not exactly coatless But it seems the wind is gone So we'll take a walk together Down the dirt road through the woods And by the time we get back home again We'll both be feelin' good The sun on Sunday mornin' Is a blessing that we take To taste Spring air and know we're there In this heaven that we make The humming birds are coming For the days are warmin' up The coffee pot's not empty yet I'll just pour another cup