Wintertime ©1998 Richard March Low clouds and drizzle, daytime just fizzles, gets dark, ’fore it even began Come late November, thoughts pass like mirrors, reflections of dreams I’ve had I dream of a woman, that I’ve never known Cold night, moonlight, a path banked in snow We laugh like two children, and love like we’re grown Then a rain wakes me walking, and I’m walking alone It’s wintertime, smoke twines from tall chimneys Mixing fine, with the pine's sweet perfume City shines when the rain breaks, and shadows are long Close sun cuts colors, that are simple and strong I want to ride to high country, singing old, lonesome songs I’ll come back when the rain breaks, and I’ve fallen in love First frost, and fall storms, bring midsummer newborns Nothing better to do than lay down This cold fire needs kindling, like I need a woman Someone to help me keep my feet on the ground Well the leaves have all fallen, as a cool breeze turns wind Whips lean old day dreams, leftover from spring My conscience is clear now, I’m ready again As my heart slowly opens, and I let myself in It’s wintertime, smoke twines from tall chimneys Mixing fine, with the pine's sweet perfume City shines when the rain breaks, and shadows are long Close sun cuts colors, that are simple and strong I want to ride to high country, singing old, lonesome songs I’ll come back when the rain breaks, and I’ve fallen in love.