Swaying trees

blue drops falling on my window pain
alone I sit beneath the sky so grey
and watche the trees swaying in the wind
winter's coming I can feel it once again

the chill that lingers
the fear that creeps
the darkness growing
up from underneath

the sun light fading
the flowers all lay down to rest
deep inside their earthly beds
and the old black crow just sits there laughing
feels like he's mocking me

for sitting here alone beneath this grey sky
watching the swaying trees

but I'm waiting on the starlight
waiting for one night
to transform my life
waiting for true love
waiting for Mr. right
to come make me his wife

but the rain is still falling
the crow is still cawing
and the cold wraps around my bones

that's why I'm still alone
sitting here beneath this grey sky
begging someone come find me
I'll be here, watching the swaying trees