The Cold Lands
Frost on the window pane
The chill winding is blowing
Fallen leaves in the lane
The bonfire is glowing
Dog walkers on bare sands
Sea weed’s black covering
These are the cold lands
Old forest uncovering
The woods barren and bare
A small vole is hibernating
There’s a chill in the air
And winter is waiting
By the fireside, I read a book
Outside the window flew a rook
Frost on the window pane
The chill winding is blowing
Fallen leaves in the lane
The bonfire is glowing
Dog walkers on bare sands
Sea weed’s black covering
These are the cold lands
Old forest uncovering
The woods barren and bare
A small vole is hibernating
There’s a chill in the air
And winter is waiting
By the fireside, I read a book
Outside the window flew a rook
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