Monday evening sun is shining,
Walking down the sidewalk,
Christmas wreathes are hanging out from the liqour store.
Pretty soon, that old muddy snow
and folks will start thinking about their wedding day.
Those holly leaves on the doorway girl,
are just as green at Christmas
And it might be a little rough to the touch,
Loving i want to give to you.
So where do we go when we're feel
ing like we're leaving all the places
That we miss so much? When we're look
ing for a summer and a steering
Wheel that's too hot to touch? cover up tight.
you've got a winterlight.
There's something about those bare-limbed
months months that get me thinking about
Promises that i can't forget.
Flowers then are hard to find,
the winter limbs like wires behind a busted tv set will
absence and passing away.
The robin sings, but doesn't start until
So where do we go when we're feeling
like we're leaving all the places
That we miss so much? When we're looking
for a sum mer and a steering
Wheel that's too hot to touch? cover up tight. we've
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