Fall is in the air, and winter sends it's  greetings, and leaves float along the streams...
the air is fresh, and clear and crisp, I see my breath take wing.

The birds are heading south again, the squirrels are working hard...
It's the time of year I think of you, as I walk across the park.

Soon the sounds of caroling, will fill the air at night...
and lovers will walk and talk out here, and hold each other tight.

The holidays will make us smile, and bring hearts closer still...
and when the wind blows low and cold, our hearts won't feel the chill.

Young eyes will sparkle from the lights, that dance upon the trees....
and we will walk, and talk, and love, and wish upon the leaves.

It's time for things to sleep and wait, for spring to come again...
but to miss the winter of our love, would truly be a sin.

I will hold you through the cold, and love you till the spring...
and be here holding onto you, when the birds return to sing.
 

Ron Walker September 1998
 

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