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.
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