I feel the breeze that turns to wind
And see the rain that turns to snow.
I feel the cold, walking alone,
Start to speed up to stop shivers,
With the songs I just wrote singing.
Stepping harder, becoming slow,
A thin white coat begins to show.
Of wife and daughter I then think,
Seeing their smiles for a bit
A few steps ahead, the coat’s grown.
I cannot run, I start to moan,
‘Till I see them in front of me
Running like never had been seen,
I spread my arms, embrace them whole
A last cold hug before I go.