A prickly bush on a trail,
pebbles and stones falling as hail,
The sky all turned to grey,
as the wind begins to play,
A cold night beginning soon,
with the ice all festooned.
A prickly bush on a trail,
pebbles and stones falling as hail,
The sky all turned to grey,
as the wind begins to play,
A cold night beginning soon,
with the ice all festooned.