cold grey Winter
blows cheerfully on my cheeks.
my numbing toes begin
to tingle with excitement.
my fingers tingle as well.
and,
I sing the third verse
in this song
of love.
this song,
I sing
to you.
cold grey Winter
blows cheerfully on my cheeks.
my numbing toes begin
to tingle with excitement.
my fingers tingle as well.
and,
I sing the third verse
in this song
of love.
this song,
I sing
to you.