Winter Sun
Once autumn's glow
Has gone away
And gray cotton clouds
Blanket drowsy days
You're the winter sun
Once fallen leaves
Have lost their crunch
And turn to confetti
Brown and orange
I know soon
You'll come tame the whip of the wind
And bathe the naked branches with warmth and light
When tired bones tremble
From the cold
One kiss of your warmth
Heals the soul
Shine winter sun
Make this cold heart whole
Once autumn's glow
Has gone away
And gray cotton clouds
Blanket drowsy days
I know soon
You'll come tame the whip of the wind
And bathe the naked branches with warmth and light
You're the winter sun
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