Its Time

[Brickjectivity]

Yeah its a snowy day
no cares about tomorrow
all around this paints so fine
old news comes on the morrow

all my days are gone away
the winter bird eats hollow
and pies are on the stove
there is no time for sorrow

weather's harp plays ghostly low
before our eyes it plays the snow
my frozen ears are whistles blowing
no more working or more mowing

 

[Onyx]

Yeah its a snowy day
no cares about tomorrow
all around this paints so fine
old news comes on the morrow

all my days are gone away
the winter bird eats hollow
and pies are on the stove
there is no time for sorrow

weather's harp plays ghostly low
before our eyes it plays the snow
my frozen ears are whistles blowing
no more working or more mowing

Excellent!

 

[psychoslice]

Very nice, it makes me feel I'm there.

 

[Brickjectivity]

Thanks