Winter Blues
When old man winter starts to sing
I often think of spring
On those cold winter days
when upon my head snowflakes play
And I feel the winter's sting
On the winter solstice the blues they ride
with a tinge of charcoal gray
Blowing cold winds far and wide
To bring melancholy to the day
You can even feel the shivers in your bones
Before you step outside
Gray the sky and blue the tones
That in my soul abide
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