When the groove turns barren
Saps bust seeds out
Grass quiver in cold breeze
Birds chirp from their nest
Water turns icy rock
Sun trudges long stride
Moon rides clear sky
Stars blossom the heaven's garden
Dirt mounts hill high
Old seats circle the fire
Men empty Bacchus's bottle
Women gossip the lost lore
Youth parades on the street
Deer mark the days with barks
We know winter is in the air.
Saps bust seeds out
Grass quiver in cold breeze
Birds chirp from their nest
Water turns icy rock
Sun trudges long stride
Moon rides clear sky
Stars blossom the heaven's garden
Dirt mounts hill high
Old seats circle the fire
Men empty Bacchus's bottle
Women gossip the lost lore
Youth parades on the street
Deer mark the days with barks
We know winter is in the air.
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