Sings

The sky is blue,the grass still green and there is ice on the mountain
and down by the stream. Winter is approaching as the darkness dwells, but with you there is a sunshine that cast its own spell.

Silence is broken by the song in my heart, as I sing and dance with the meadow lark. Seee-ooo, seee-yeer she whistles her tune as I sing along while dancing under the blue.

The sky is blue, the grass still green and there is ice on the mountain and down by the stream. Winter is approaching as the darkness dwells, but with you there is a sunshine that cast its own spell.