WINTER

This is a song I wrote in anticipation of the coming of winter. We seem to take a kind of pride in winter in New England. It can be very picturesque. It is the season of many of our religious feasts and cultural festivals. It is a difficult time of year in some respects. There really is something special about waiting for the first snow of the year.

A homemade version of this song is available for puchase and download HERE.

WINTER
(Chuck Hall)

The summer sun it has gone down
That warmed the forest all around
The leaves are falling to the ground
The trees are growing bare
The days are shorter if you please
The nights are colder by degrees
There's a bite in every breeze
Winter's in the air
In the woodlands there's activity
You do not usually see
The beasts and backwoods plants agree:
It's very nearly winter
There's darkness now where once was light
As days of summer turn to autumn nights
I'm gathering kindling for the rite
Of battling with Winter

The winter moon is on the rise
Reflected in the rippled tides
You see your breath through starry eyes
For a moment - hanging there
The mist is freezing to the rocks
The gulls conspire on the docks
They complain with all they've got
Winter's in the air
The Harbormaster truly knows
The fishing's harder in the snows
She charts a storm's track up the coast
It's very nearly winter
But the morning sky is a diamond blue
When the storming has passed through
There's not so beautiful a view
As a perfect day in Winter

(c) 2006 by Chuck Hall, Hallfolk Music, ASCAP. All Rights Reserved.