Winter Song 1
Chris Garneau
i lied to mother protecting him
though he stuck my foot in a fishing hole
snow mounted up to the kitchen window
i never told
i never told
no footprints to follow to grandmother's stone
then it's all covered in snow.
our bodies made angels, they laid in this grove
with halos
halos
halos
i've walked in the cold
but winter gets older
though in spring, i was crying within.
sticking up for my brother (he was older but he's gone now)
he went cold
cold cold cold.