The Bones of Winter lyrics

Shivering cold Cobblestone road Slipping on diamonds and silver A funeral for the leaves A eulogy in the breeze A hymn for the bones of winter The geese have already Buried their heads And a full moon over mine Tells me it's time To start thinking about hibernation First nap in the night And the first crack in the ice Of the pond And the first lights of the season When the children have already Buried their heads It's quiet, alone, cobblestone road Waits for the first snow of December A song for the dead leaves The brine and the breeze A poem for the bones of winter