"Honey, I Ďm Home
(old man winter)
Its here again the winter time so cold and blue.
Thatís what happens to me , donít know about you.
I canít seem to laugh and run in the leaves of fall.
Canít get adjusted to this cold at all.
Maybe toward Christmas when I know its here to stay.
Its all bright and shiny with snow I can be on my way.
Canít seem to find a coat that's just right.
Ones is to heavy and the other to light.
A sweater is not enough and layers you have to shed.
Old man winter in my heart is such a dread.
I see others all smiles, making welcome the cool breeze.
Me, it make me sick and makes me want to sneeze.
Iím not a winter person, Iím summer and Iím
I like the warm weather and to hear the robins sing.
I know one morning I will wake and will hear no sound at
No singing of the birds, and no more fall.
Old man winter will be here to stay and take over the
Yes , that right now is my greatest fear.
No more barefoot but socks and shoes I will wear.
Flannel PJís and blankets everywhere.
"Nope, I am not a winter person, to much to have to
Oh, Summer , Summer, what happen to you.
You came for such a short time, I am sorry you
I love to hear the children with laughter at play.
But now all is quiet and the stillness is cold and blue.
Yes "Winter" you are cruel and I donít like
So hurry and get here and get on your merry way.
And just because of me don't feel like you have to stay.