Winter Song

When the summer fled past my window
 and autumn's chill was in the air
 there was a special kind of lonesome
 'round that ending time of year.
 When the leaves fell
 and they drifted 'neath the trees that soon were bare
 I felt that wind blow,
 ever colder,
 and suddenly,
 you were there.
 We laughed and scuffled
 while the snow fell
 and the cold gave your cheecks a glow.
 And in your arms come evening
 a kind of peace I know.
 Often I'd wake at midnight
 mid some icy winter storm,
 and then I would find you
 beside me,
 and you made the night seem so warm.
 Now I go my way
 and you go your way
 now that the winter's come and gone.
 But somehow
 with the springtime
 your golden warmth still lingers on.