Cold and Harsh

Cold and harsh the north wind blows
Deep in the morning early
All the hills are covered with snow
Winter’s now come fairly

When the warm sun’s laid to rest
Underneath night’s cover
Warm we’ll keep ‘til the storm’s passed
Me and my fair lover

Summer, spring, and fall are fine
Green the grass, red the roses
But if I choose one for all time
It’s winter’s arms to hold us

© Seth Thomas Crissman, 2016
(v.1 from traditional English folk rhyme; author Anon.)