W D I M D

Winters Drawing In My Dear. Dark nights are drawing in my dear cold winds are on the way. With autumn leaves of golden brown fall from the trees each day. Torrential rains will fall my dear, snowy days not far away. It's time to light the fires and keep Jack Frost at bay. While in our cosy homes we'll stay not daring to tread beyond our doors for fear of Jack Frost creeps up and seeps through our wooden floors. As winter comes the North Wind blows its bitter biting cold. We need to wrap up warmly dear and help the very old.