white and grey

cold is white and grey
the summer's gone her way
and winter is on the hills
and yet the leaves fall still

the rain is dry like whiskey
the morning dark and misty
but as long as you are near me
than tell me whom then shall I fear

but rejoice my soul for the morrow
brings tidings of good cheer
to flutter down like snow flakes
the most wonderful time of the year

but today will be ever thankful
for the hollow nights are abound
and creeping crawlers, crawl and creep
up from there beds, and down the cold street

but I'm not afraid for the Lord is my shield
and this life's not mine but all at his will
and though the leaves of Autumn fall still
and the summer is leaving with frost on the sills
and winter is washing the world with a sight
I still say the cold is grey and its white.