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10-21-2018, 03:04 AM
Winter is coming.


The gairden has gone to sleep
There is nothing growing there
Bellarosa’s in the cellar
And the frost is in the air

The broad beans are drying
In their brown paper pokes
The spiders spin their silken webs
Like a wheel wae broken spokes

The Harvest has been gathered in.

The days are getting cauld
We make soup wae leeks and neeps
We’ve filled the jars wi apple jam
And we hope and pray it keeps

The crimson leaves are fain doon
The branches they are bare
The birds are heading fur the sooth
They leave us without a care

When seasons change so do we.

The red rowan hangs on the branch
The craws they sit and stare
The mice are in the compost heap
Cos it’s nice and warm in there

They’ll find turnip tops they can eat
Or the stumps o’ curly kale.
WHen winter comes they hide away
From the wind the sleet the hale.

When winter comes everyboby needs a hame

Bill Sheehan
10-22-2018, 05:03 AM
Beautiful song! And what a sweet dog!