Mr. Gnome Winter
My memory of the sound
Left an echo on the ground
Watch as we move backwards now
Motionless we float on down
Night and day. So you say. Wide awake
Help me leave once more
Winter come you left me here
Silver city February
Losing feathers one by one
Now you look so ordinary
Wouldn't you like one of us?
Winter passed and i'm still here
My we've grown since February
Golden grinning ear to ear
Now we feel so ordinary
Wouldn't you like one of us?
