On fields of hay below a darkened sky,
Where scarecrows stood throughout the frigid night,
A wailing winter sobs and says goodbye.
As spring prepares the ground where seedlings lie,
The storm arrays her coat of pearly white
On fields of hay below a darkened sky.
The ground abounds with snow that rises high
While gales instill in hearts an awful fright;
A wailing winter sobs and says goodbye.
At dawn's approach, the storm allows a sigh,
A mournful wail that fades at morning light,
On fields of hay below a darkened sky.
The trailing flakes of snow begin to die,
And children rush to view the snowy sight;
A wailing winter sobs and says goodbye.
The birds have sensed that early spring is nigh
And break in rhythmic songs that rise in flight.
On fields of hay below a darkened sky,
A wailing winter sobs and says goodbye.