It might be cold, but could be worse Arthritic hands, an old man’s curse Trees now bare show signs of life Waiting for spring to appear

Inside you feel safe and warm A haven from the raging storm The streets deserted only the young Will venture out tonight

Storm passes over takes it’s time Uprooting trees and breaking branches Cars with scars all in a line Calls are made to insurance lines

(c) words and music G Todd 2025