As the days become short
And a chill grips the air
The birds fly south
And the trees grow bare
Children wait excited
For the first glimps of snow
Immune to the cold
As a cruel wind blows
As green turns to white
And the warm into cold
It\'s easy to forget
The sick and the old
So as the snowballs fly
And the fires burn bright
Spare a thought for those
Who dare not venture outside
So as the days roll on
The birds again will sing
White turns to green
As winter turns to spring