The Kebilsphere

Soon come the dreadful dreary days of winter
Too short the sun, to long the night

I must steel myself now for the time to come
The black frigid wind soon will be howling

I fear the death breath that she will bring
The emptied air that holds no comfort
And the merciless severity of it all

The snow will come to bury cold’s victims
The trees all bare, grass brown, skies empty
A lifeless landscape where once there was plenty

Winter, I beg you, please pass me by
Leave me to tend to my garden just planted
I am a late farmer, poor in wealth and in soul
Have not yet regained strength
From the year now passing, soon gone

Yesterday
All my troubles seemed so far away
Now it looks as though they’re here to stay
Oh, I believe
In yesterday

Suddenly
I’m not half the man I used to be
There’s a shadow hanging over me
Oh, yesterday
Came suddenly

Why she
Had to go I don’t know
She wouldn’t say
I said
Something wrong now I long
For yesterday

Yesterday
Love was such an easy game to play
Now I need a place to hide away
Oh, I believe
In yesterday

Why she
Had to go I don’t know
She wouldn’t say
I said
Something wrong now I long
For yesterday

Yesterday
Love was such an easy game to play
Now I need a place to hide away
Oh, I believe
In yesterday