Winter Song

There is a winter song

that gets in my head

I see a hill of winter trees

and I can hear the river bed

Your body is water

from a faraway river

you are what you are

and it's making me sad

Between the sweet and the bitter

there is a song of winter

it chills the old winemaker

and the mouse that loves the baker

Dark juice from a grape

is bound to fall

Your eyes of air

are surely going to fall

Your heart of snow

is blowing in the winter wind

and beating in my ear

like a winter song

I see the nothing that's not there

and the nothing that is

you are what you are

and its' making me sad