EPISODE · Nov 6, 2019 · 3 MIN
Until The Thaw
from Greg Atkinson music · host Greg Atkinson
Until The Thaw Dogs that bark at shadows, Just As the morning sun rays, Start Melting snow to ribbons laid out Decorating garden lawns Out they come the children, They’re Damning up the water, They’re Straying further from their homesteads Creaking on their rusted chrome bikes A Winter Walk Until the thaw A Winter walk to clear his head because she turned him down again He left his car beside the gate just as the snow began to fall down Further out they cycled, On Tracks buried for seven weeks In a snowdrift something glimpsed, Red Crimson glove that seemed to wave, Dead A Winter Walk Until the thaw (when they’ll find him in a prison made of snow) A Winter walk to clear his head because she turned him down again He left his car beside the gate just as the snow began to fall down On the ridge he lost his balance Tumbling over rock As he fell his final thought was Never waved goodbye A Winter Walk Until the thaw (when they’ll find him in a prison made of snow) A Winter walk to clear his head because she turned him down again He left his car beside the gate just as the snow began to lay And when the snow is thawed his tears evaporate into the air
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