Words by Anne Hills / Music by Bill Jones
© Raven Heart Music / Brick Wall Music

From Anne’s album Points of View

the end of a two year winter
I still won’t take bets on the weather
the snowdrops bloom beneath my feet
but this silent valley is still so deep
covered with ashes and cinder
and the ashes stand out against the white
even as spring rains fall in the night

weep like willows for all my friends
and the snowy brown hills look like pintos’ backs
running away down a lonely track
and the rains fall down as this winter ends
and look how low the birches bend

At the end of a two year winter
I just can’t let go of the sorrow
I look at the sky and I ache for blue
wandering snowblind and lost to you
while icicles tremble and splinter
and the ice-blocked rivers break and flow
as I breathe in the last breath of snow

weep like willows for all my friends
and the snowy brown hills look like pintos’ backs
running away on a lonely track
and rains fall down as this winter ends
and look how low the birches bend

two year winter, maybe three