Misty Rains Are Comin`

IN THE MIDDLE OF FROST
THE WINTER'S STARTED
HER BREATH THE TREES UNDRESSED
MADE PALE OF STICKS
THE LIMBO'S STARTED
I'M SITTING BY FIRE
AND I AM WET

IT'S DRIZZLING ALL THE WEEKS
I GUESS IT WON'T STOP
TRANQUIL MURMUR OF THE WIND CRAWLING INTO MY EARS

WOOD IS WET -WET TO THE PITH
O' GOD'S DISGRACE
BRIGHT BLUE FLAMES
LIKE A NIGHT SKY
FAR AWAY-MILES AWAY
IN THE DISTANT NOTHINGNESS
I'M FEEDING THE FIRE
I THINK IT WON'T GO OUT

I AM SITTING
BY HEARTH
I AM WET
BY HEARTH