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The wind turns sharp and low
We stack the logs inside
The garden starts to slow
We store the seeds with pride
Patch the roof and mend the gate
Before it gets too late
We'll rest inside with tea and bread
And greet the frost that lies ahead
Grain is stored, wood is split
The kettle hums, the hearth is lit
We'll meet the cold with steady hands
And keep the warmth inside our plans
Grain is stored, wood is split
The kettle hums, the hearth is lit
We'll walk through frost with inner grace
And find our calm in winter's face
Patch the roof and mend the gate
Before it gets too late
We'll rest inside with tea and bread
And greet the frost that lies ahead
Grain is stored, wood is split
The kettle hums, the hearth is lit
We'll meet the cold with steady hands
And keep the warmth inside our plans
Grain is stored, wood is split
The kettle hums, the hearth is lit
We'll walk through frost with inner grace
And find our calm in winter's face
