Winter Birds

It's the Widow now that owns that angry plow
 The spartan Mule and The Crippled Cow
 The fallow field that will yield no more
 As the fox lay sleeping beneath her kitchen floor
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 The stream can't contain such the withering rain
 And from the pasture the fence it is leaning away
 The clouds crack and growl
 Like some great cat on the prowl
 Crying out, "I am, I am" over and over again
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 The days grow short
 As the nights grow long
 The kettle sings it's tortured song
 As many petalled kiss I place upon her brow
 Oh, my lady, Lady I am loving you now
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 The winter birds have come back again
 Here the sprightly Chickadee
 Gone now is the Willow Wren
 In passing greet each other as if old, old friends
 And to the voiceless trees
 It is their own they will lend
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 The days grow short
 As the nights grow long
 The kettle sings it's tortured song
 As many petalled kiss I place upon her brow
 Oh, my lady, Lady I am loving you now
 And though all these things will change
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 The memories will remain
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 As green to gold, and gold to brown
 The leaves will fall to feed the ground
 And in their falling, make no sound
 Oh my lady
 Lady I am loving you now
 I've gathered all my money and I'm goin' to town
 To buy my lady a long and flowing gown
 'Cause come tomorrow morning
 We're off to the county fair
 I'll find a yellow flower
 And I will lace it in her hair