n'est pas

winter


time time time see what's become of me


while I looked around for my possibilities I was so hard to please


hear the salvation army band


down by the riverside it's bound to be a better ride than what you've got planned


carry your cup in your hand


hang on to your hopes my friend


that's an easy thing to say but if your hopes should pass away it's simply pretend that you can build them again


look around the grass is high the fields are ripe it's the springtime of my life


seasons change with the scenery weaving time in a tapestry


won't you stop and remember me at any convenient time


funny how my memory slips while looking over manuscripts of unpublished rhyme


drinking my vodka and lime


look around leaves are brown now and the sky is a hazy shade of winter

that song is in my head in january.