Cats Winter's End
Once In A Wood At Winter’s End The White Silence Turned Into Sound The Good Old Sun, Becoming Young Made All The Birds Rise Up In Song
Shadows Of The Snowblocked Trees They Made Mummy By The Freeze But Caught In New But Known Delight They Mingled To Hear The Birds Recite
And Winter Time Reaching It’s End It Had To Be It Was Dying
And I Could Hear A Sound Of Singin’ Summer Was Slowly Beginning Beginning
Glazed And Shining Was The World That Fought To Have It’s Leaves Unfurled It’s Harvest Hanging In Between I Could See The Spring Begin
And Winter Time Reaching It’s End It Had To Be It Was Dying
And I Could Hear A Sound Of Singin’ Summer Was Slowly Beginning, Beginning
