January skies, so gray and wide,
Clouds a blanket, where they hide,
Morning frost, on trees abide,
In winter's heart, we all confide.
Whispers of the chilly breeze,
January whispers through the trees,
Clouds above, they float with ease,
Covering the world like a chilly fleece.
Days are short, and nights are long,
January skies, so gray and wide,
Clouds a blanket, where they hide,
Morning frost, on trees abide,
In winter's heart, we all confide.
Whispers of the chilly breeze,
January whispers through the trees,
Clouds above, they float with ease,
Covering the world like a chilly fleece.
Days are short, and nights are long,
Through cloudy veils, we sing our song,
January's cold, but we stay strong,
Together, warmth, we pass along.