Hey, hey, skies of gray hang in the middle of time…in the middle of time
Blow, blow, clouds of snow drifts in the meadow will climb…in the meadow will climb
Far seas and mysteries in my head from these words I read
Windy air; limbs are bare, strummed like Aeolian strings…like Aeolian strings
While round and round, the light drifts down on heavenly wings…on heavenly wings
Moonrise mystifies when it’s full and it’s in your eyes
INSTRUMENTAL VERSE
Blue, blue, set upon you when December did start…when December did start
Blame, blame the window frame for the hole in your heart…for the hole in your heart
But see, when the ice is free, there’s a sheltering canopy
Photo Credits Header Photo | Suzhou, China ~ Francois Ferchaud
