On a cold and misty morning
You can hear the wild birds call
Giving chilly winter warnings
That the evening star must fall

I hear the wind that brings their crying
I wish the dieing sun goodbye
And I stand to see them flying
To a warm and welcome sky

And I stay for these cold winters
To crunch the cracking ice and snow
To walk alone beneath her mountain
And wonder why she had to go

The empty rooms they echo laughter
The broken door sins one more doing
And in the silence that comes after
The musty walls they ask how long

Son I’ll find winter clothes to hold me
I’ll wrap my self against the cold
But first and fire they never told me
There is no peace in growing old.

Lyrics by Harvey Andrews

OK OK in missing the cats!