A memory from childhood days
Of cold and wint’ry blasts,
Keeps coming clearly back to me
And seems to last and last.
I hear the wind there howling
Around the house outside.
I want to pull the covers up
And get beneath and hide.
I seem to feel the house could shake
As wint’ry winds do whip.
A little deeper underneath
The covers I do slip.
I hear the snow there blowing
Against the window pane.
I close my eyes so very tight.
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