Frost In the Hollows
Frost is in the hollows
An eagle on the wind
Another season ended
Another one begins
Head out on the road soon
Pack my bags and go
And hope I can return to
My little mountain home
My little mountain home through the trees
Shining like the moon on a silver breeze
Berries all in jars now
The lighting of the fires
The sun it sets so early
A heart worn by desire
Secrets have their wings now
The truth it has been freed
It's time to dim the lights somehow
on certain memories
My little mountain home through the trees
Shining like the moon on a silver breeze
Writer/s: Catherine Ruth MacLellan