The Watcher of Winter

The watcher of winter
With his cold, cold hands
The watcher of winter
Folds his arms.

The watcher of winter
In his short, brown house
The watcher of winter
Isn't home.

The watcher of winter
Under snow-filled pines
The watcher of winter
Starts a fire.

The watcher of winter
With his old, black boots
The watcher of winter
Curls his toes.

The watcher of winter
Up a small, lone hill
The watcher of winter
Climbs alone.

The watcher of winter
Under tall, tall trees
The watcher of winter
Walks with me.