The wind is cold
The ice won't melt
The ground is white
With what winter dealt
When will the sun come out?
When will the grass be green?
I'm not one who likes to doubt
But where are you, spring?
When will the flowers bloom?
When will the birds come winging?
I'm not one who thinks of doom
But the sun would keep me singing
It's 12 degrees
With a zero chill
I can't see the light
But I'm waiting still
The wind is cold
The ice won't melt
The ground is white
With what winter dealt