Winter wanderings and wonderings
About the song
It's not been a hard winter this year, at least not here in Brockenborings, but I still miss warmer days and sun. So here is a song I wrote a while ago, about longing for the summer when the weather is frosty. It is best sung to Roger Whittaker's quite magnificent "The Last Farewell", which yer can hear below.
Days of Winter
On the ground a golden blanket drifts in lazy waves The northern breeze a gentle shiver blows All the crops already harvested with care The berries have been picked before the snow A spell of rain should reach us in the evening So far away the days of summer sun
But still our Shire home Brings hope of warmth and comfort And soon the days of winter will be gone
Wearing scarves and wooly mittens I go wandering Through fields where willows wear their winter crowns Their leafless branches reaching out to touch me like they hope they can escape the frozen ground I sing a gentle song just as I pass them Of leaves in summer breeze and setting sun
For still our Shire home Brings hope of warmth and comfort And soon the days of winter will be gone
In the fireplace my kettle starts a-whistleing A cup of tea and biscuits by the fire And my dog lies curled up neatly on the warm rug Looking out for treats that fall down from up high Though days are grey and chilly winds are blowing In here we feel the promises of sun
For still our Shire home Brings hope of warmth and comfort And soon the days of winter will be gone
Days of Winter
Here's Roger Whittaker's original song. Enjoy!
[tvideo type="youtube" clip_id="hKdRpDpIR70"] Roger Whittaker - The Last Farewell