ON A WINTER’S DAY
I know the man whose woods are here
He's made his home in the village near
He'll not see me gazing round
Upon snowy woods so crisp and clear
My weathered mare now looks my way
As if to question why we stay
In a place so calm so cold so queer
Where the nights so cold this winter's day
The only sounds the night bestows
Are whimpering winds the tingling snow
Then harness bells ring out a cry
As the mare awaits impatient though
There's beauty here in woods so deep
But should I stay I'd surely sleep
So must I go before too long
One sheep...two sheep...three sheep
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