Underneath a lamp light there's a golden glow on snow ,
The winter light will guide our way and away we go .
Icicles on water spouts and smoke from chimney pots .
Frozen streets at twilight time and empty vacant lots.
Parlours on the pavement with faces at the window .
Knock knock upon the door , sure it's nice to say hello .
The baker's rolled his dough and there's always a spare slice .
Moonshine up the alley , the cold wind cuts like a knife .
Lined up snowmen guard the town with arms of little sticks .
There's a hearth without a fire where flames tongue never licks .
Crying cats on back yard walls and snowy dustbin lids .
Hush puppies on red chilblains and hot soup for the kids .
Chairs around the fireplace with crackling winter light .
It's cosy on the inside but cold out in the night .
Paul Mc Cann
Originally Posted On Site: 2007-11-04 12:05:52
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