Winter song

Bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum Bum bum bum bum bum bum Bum bum bum bum bum bum This is my winter song to you. The storm is coming soon, It rolls in from the sea My voice; a beacon in the night. My...

When the summer fled past my window and autumn's chill was in the air there was a special kind of lonesome 'round that ending time of year. When the leaves fell and they drifted 'neath the trees that...

(S. Barreilles) Bum bum bum bum, bum bum bum bum Bum bum, bum bum bum bum Bum bum, bum bum bum bum This is my winter song to you The storm is coming soon It rolls in from the sea My voice, a beacon in...