Soon enough, when winter comes
The fiery eyes of flames aglow
Will search our hearts for hope anew,
Emblazoned as a smile upon
The frozen lips that formed too few -
Through gray and ashen seasons
With the fruitless slow to learn,
Wisdom’s warmth by grief was earned.
And you will play
And I will sing
Of warmer, more endearing things
Then what we’ve burned
In summers passed
In place of Springtime’s fatted calf.
And soon we will return again
To till the fallow ground,
Enlist reward for standing firm
Among the lost and proud -
We’ll share with one another
What the harvest does reveal,
And teach the young a better way
With music’s fond appeal.
And you will play
And I will sing
Of warmer, more endearing things
Then what we’ve burned
In summers passed
In place of Springtime’s fatted calf.
