Winter whispers on the glaze
Of tall evergreen forests
Losing cool blaze
In fall
In fall
Snow is downing
And birds are flying
To live on mountains frowning
With the frost of tomorrow
Cooling the endless plane
Ice can borrow
The cold
The cold
But reflective veil
Of a frozen channel's
Own drowsy yet daft face
The echo of an estuary
Knows the null name
Of winter's gaze
32 degrees
32 degrees
The willows wilt
In the sun's shadow
Fading gently to the hilt
It's clear and peaceful way
Sheds light in tears
On glass bay
It shines
It shines
In chilled haze
On a whitened haven
Winter whispers on the glaze
