Winterthru - Echolyn

I heard the winterthru the evening

I saw the winterthru the trees

Knee deep in silence

Immune to the world around me

Winterthru a crack in the door

Winterthru the bones of the poor

November’s wind, December’s wind

Are getting warmer now

Gone are the days of the Garity’s and Bergey Hill

Sliding headlong into memories

Dreaming of a white Christmas

Winter cut thru my breath

I’m wrapped tight in a one piece snowsuit

Laughter kept me warm

For the task of building snowmen

With a race against the sun

I always lost, I never won

Gone are the days of a frozen pond, frozen toes

Skating headlong into memories

Dreaming of a white Christmas