The fields are empty of wheat and corn
A cold wind blows all looks forlorn
The harvest is done the year is complete
Now winter takes over while everything sleeps
The mists creep in without making a sound
Their swirling tentdrils reaching up from the ground
Covering thre trees and hiding them away
Till the bleak sun arrives at the break of day
Now our old friend jack frost's been about
So watch your step or he'll catch you out
An icy wind from the north starts to blow
A very sure sign that we shall have snow
No morning chorus the birds have disappeared
It's far too cold for them to stay here
Except the robin whose hopping around
Eating the crumbs that have been put on the ground
Winter is a time of serenity and peace
When most of the animals are fast asleep
Hiding away from the harsh winter months
Till the warmth of the spring will wake them at once.
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