The snow came today,
every type that I can tell,
and then settled down.
The fields are snow white,
the road outside with car tracks,
of a passing car.
The weather is cold,
it is chilling to the born,
and then back again.
My guitar sounds good,
until I start to play it,
then it paly along.
I like my tea black,
and my coffee too, a fact,
that I don’t forget.
