The days of dazzling sun are gone,
Dark clouds gather high above.
And soon the sky is overcast
The fields look faded and forlorn.
And hoarfrost sparkles on the ground
On fresh and clear November morn'.
Track Name: Groping In A Misty Spread
The fog engulfed the whole spread -
A gloomy, wavering unreal sea,
That's blotting out everything ahead
And's muffling sounds to a whispering degree.
And shrounded figures in cocoons of fog,
Come into view like weird spectres,
And rolling slowly move one,
While fog and smoke combine in smog
Thus blackening the things it falls upon.
Track Name: Snowflakes
Track Name: Crows.
Black and sinister're the crows,
Like sentries on the top of trees
Sleek plumage blending with the night
Until the sun emerges bright.