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Lyrics
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If the nights seem cold sometimes
Don't grumble at the weather.
We'll miss old winter's frosts and rimes
If they melt forever.
No wood to see without the trees.
No thaw without a freeze.
And if the heats of summer stay
One day they'll leave us yearning.
We'll miss the way the seasons play
And the leaves returning.
No wood to see without the trees.
No thaw without a freeze.
If I seem cold and far away
Don't grumble at my absence.
It makes the heart grow fond, they say.
The chill imparts a warm sense.
No wood to see without the trees.
No thaw without a freeze.
And if the dark makes sparks leap higher
We'll take our loves and live them.
We'll stack the logs that stoke the fire
If we've still trees to give them.
No wood to see without the trees.
No thaw without a freeze.
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Credits
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Lyrics Credits: © 2019 Ian Graham
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Music Credits: © 2019 Ian Graham
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Producer Credits:
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Publisher Credits:
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Performance Credits: Françoise Knockaert & Ian Graham
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Description
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Short Song Description:
A song about how we'll miss the winter if ever it disappears. We recorded it at social distance during the Covid pandemic.
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Metadata
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Song Length: 2:11
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Primary Genre: Folk-Country
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Secondary Genre: -
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