The Frigid Season

from by James Wesley Nichols

/

lyrics

There are candles in every window
and wreaths on every door
Holly, pine, and mistletoe
hang from the ceiling to the floor
We sing for the sun's warm citrus glow
to stay a long while more

The robin has dispatched his rival,
the ever-present wren
And dead lives swirl in spirals
in the crisp November wind
You'll live forever within my soul
though your bodies are gone
Life's endless cycle begins and ends
again and again and again

The days are getting shorter still
in winter's fast approach
And vagrants take to ruined Victory Mill
where the cold can still encroach
for the frigid season kills
like a bloodless poacher

credits

from NO TIME, released July 31, 2016

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

James Wesley Nichols Greenville, South Carolina

All songs, voices, guitars, keyboards, drums, percussion, sequencing, tape and digital recording, artwork, design, packaging, and so on, by James Wesley Nichols, unless otherwise indicated.

contact / help

Contact James Wesley Nichols

Streaming and
Download help

Redeem code