@migu music@

I sing a song of winter,

I sing a song of spring.

I sing a song of new love,

Songs that the seasons bring.

I awaken with a feeling,

sometimes weary at a glance,

looking at my life's condition

in the mirror of by chance.

Sometimes demons come to visit.

I can see them in the trees

or an elephant with thunder

rolling gently through the breeze.

Sometimes thoughts of love come sailing

and I see you, see your face,

and I hear a voice that whispers,

that calls to bring me grace.

One that bids me sing another world

and helps me when I dare

To gather, in the darkness,

golden beads for my hair.

So the mornings bring the sunshine,

sometimes they bring the rain,

and when a feeling comes to me,

I sing a song, again.