A gale blows across the street Smooth and very cool It howls at me Its bite is cruel Traces of winter can still be found Even as spring has come So while we clean and prepare Be wary not to go numb!
A gale blows across the street Smooth and very cool It howls at me Its bite is cruel Traces of winter can still be found Even as spring has come So while we clean and prepare Be wary not to go numb!