Cold Years

Snow slowly covered withered green of the valley
Warm sunshine faded in winter grey
Beyond the last day of autumn
I will bear a shadow of hope

Gone in the shade of still lingering dawn
Where I fell asleep in waiting never ending
I heard it was foretold
People told it was foreseen

Fingers hold a ghost of time still
Until the last teardrop falls
Living a hope I long for a dream
Of fateful spring awakens my world

Lost in tales
Forgotten dreams
I belong to the dales
Of ever green
Painted with white of long years
I still bear a hope
Taken by winds of cold years
I will wait for you till the very last dawn