Winter Skies

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Winter Skies (words + music - Jon Brindley)

The frost had fallen on the rolling country, we were driving home from a friend we'd seen

In through the window December's cold air was freshening our faces and our thoughts in there

We stopped down by the river for the last of the day, my brother went walking and I did stay

A far away feeling had left me behind, I was trying to make sense of it in my mind

I turned the button to hear the sound, the politicians were passing the buck around

But who passed it to them and where does it end? Do we ever put our feet on solid ground?

I put in the plastic that I had brought and Buffy sang to me straight from the heart

The terrible story of her native land she was calling on me to understand

There's a voice to be heeded, a strength to be felt

There's a mould to be broken, a hardness to melt

There's a cause to be stood for, a heart to be known

There's a chance to be given for love to grow…

He came back and we travelled on, we were talking 'bout the world and what's going wrong

In the final splendour of winter's first day we saw the sun going down on man's wasteful way

Then the pale, shimmering colours of the light were keeping the flame of beauty in sight

A reminder of heaven, before the dark night, it won't be too long before reality bites

There's a voice to be heeded, a strength to be felt

There's a mould to be broken, a hardness to melt

There's a cause to be stood for, a heart to be known

There's a chance to be given for love to grow…