Winter time

Oh dear i guess its rain thats true
wind gales fields swimming more than dew
trees look bare across the road leaves do gather
streams of death fill up the gutter

takes care in all you do
wrap up warm and dont turn blue
winters here for a few months it will stay
think of a climate not to faraway

spring then summer happy times
fields of green life happy ryhmes
i look forward with a loving smile
the endless long nights under moonlite nile