Stone carver, Sculptor,
Musician (not very accomplished)
Here is my ‘Winter Song’
Less the light hours, shorter the day
Summertime now, seems so far away,
With nowt to remind me but evergreen trees,
Of the sun that would blind me, the bumberly bees,
The love that we found on the warm summer breeze.
Paul
Here is my ‘Winter Song’
Less the light hours, shorter the day
Summertime now, seems so far away,
With nowt to remind me but evergreen trees,
Of the sun that would blind me, the bumberly bees,
The love that we found on the warm summer breeze.
Paul
In my back garden she waits for me.
She says, dig today to give me a worm.
In my back garden she waits for me.
She says, dig today to give me a worm.