Lyrics

Bright flowers that bloomed in the summer and fall
danced away, danced away, danced to the call
of the breezes that moved through the high ancient pines
and the needles blew down forming patterns and signs.

Leaves from the scrub oaks mingled en masse
with aspen-leaf teardrops that speckled the grass.
Abstractions of color embellished the grounds-
red leaves and gold leaves were raked into mounds.

And the millions of snowflakes came whirling around,
landing on rooftops not making a sound,
and glowed in the moonlight in pillow and row
and billions of snowflakes made mountains of snow.

Bare branches now brittle; the air has turned cold
and we long for the days when the sun will grow bold,
and the ground will be soft and the springtime will yawn,
and the flowers will dance once again on the lawn.