January, the
Longest month, or so it seems
The grip of winter.
If i lived south of
The equator, would i think
Of july the same?
Now warmer again
World turns to slush, and gray skies
Ah, winter cold rain
January, the
Longest month, or so it seems
The grip of winter.
If i lived south of
The equator, would i think
Of july the same?
Now warmer again
World turns to slush, and gray skies
Ah, winter cold rain