I have not heard your voice now
Since the cold has settled in
Nor has the winter morn allowed
Any feathered kin

I imagine you out there
A fragile mass in snow
I wonder if I might dare
To search in 10 below

Oh I Miss your song so dear
And that voice that I adorn
Still, I'd choose to stay right here
Then go searching in the storm

And in the spring I might see
But a little spot of bones
Yet it would be fine with me
For the winter I stayed home