I can hear
that old, East wind
blowing in
that borrowed winter.
Kept it
back past the prairies
for a little while,
but now its brought it back
where it belongs.
I feel calm
for the first time in a while.
I’m ready to do
all the things I must.
And when I see you,
well,
that’s the reason
and it’s more than enough.
I don’t think
that I’ve looked forward
to a Christmas time
like I do this year.
It must be
the trials and hardships
that make it all so clear.
We’ll put the tree up,
we’ll take a sleigh ride,
we’ll play out in the snow a while.
‘Cause that East wind
just keeps blowing,
bringing snow
to drift and pile.
I don’t want to look
for ward
to the springtime.
I don’t want to yearn
for summer’s heat.
I won’t miss the fall
and the colors of the trees;
I’ll take this winter day,
if you’re here with me.
We made it this far
and Lord knows
it ain’t easy.
We’ve seen some trouble,
and some pain,
but that East wind blows
and we both know,
that the cold
will bring us both
back home again.
HG – 2019