Oh, those winter blues

I could hear the cold winds blow from the corner of my room, I'm wrapped up in by bedding and I feel like a cocoon. I've been here for days on end, shivering from the wet damp; There's no heat that comes to me from my small reading lamp. How long can each winter last is something I'd love to know; Springtime can't come fast enough, putting end to cold and snow. It's hard up in these mountains when the dry wood's hard to find; Holes in the roof do not help, it was just not well designed. I know the weather will change and somehow I will get through; Still they never go away, those repeating winter blues.