When winter paints those frosty ferns on my windowpane I find myself a little girl up on your lap again In that old house there by the sea where you wove that tapestry With all the glorious memories of your life upon the sea With weathered palm so deeply etched with every season past You rubbed a porthole in the center of the frosted glass Where outside in splendour lie a winter-wonderland As halos rose above your head from a pipe bowl in your hand And there upon a rocking chair as smoke rings filled the air We rocked across a sea of dreams wind tangled in our hair To lands I’d never been before...we stepped upon those shores And through your eyes I saw each one...and still I wanted more The morning passed in dreams between two pairs of eyes of green As the world outside held its breath in a sea of snowy cream And when the chill of winter melted from the windowpane The whistling kettle on the stove brought us home again You held my hand and looked at me with that twinkle in your eyes And told me you would be my Captain 'til the day I died So...when winter paints those frosty ferns on my windowpane I find myself a little girl up on your lap again ~~~ In loving memory of my Dear Papa