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In the Moon of a Wintertime Click here for
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In the moon of a wintertime snow sugaring my face
Night frost on a silver cobweb sparkles like a queen’s
necklace
Northern wind like seasoned timber, you know she’ll never
give
In the moon of a wintertime, got twenty more miles to live
In the dimness of first light, cobwebs hang like threads of
sorrow
Got you walkin’ on my mind, where you’ve gone I cannot
follow
I’ve got to hear the river sing and taste the wild mountain
thyme
Feel the drum of a distant grouse in the dawn of a spring time
Cedar cabin standing weak, the door is old and rusty
Evening’s coming in, the cobwebs just look dusty
You know a tree can never bloom when it’s shaded by another
In the moon of a wintertime, farewell to you my lover
© 1992 D. Schumilas/Larkspur
Music All Rights Reserved.
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