The skies let down their bounty

That falls as sheets to earth

It freezes on the mountains

But we protect our hearth


We warn our weary brothers

That winter is come at last

They tell so many others

But still they must move fast


They lock up all the hatches

And hide away the keys

They stock up on new matches

And watch the rivers freeze


The fireplace is burning 

But not a sound is heard

My friend he left on Sunday 

Yet still there is no word


Maybe he found shelter

And protection from the snow

But til the end of winter

There’s no way we’ll ever know


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