>>7280878>>7280918Let there be no coffin-following
no decadent champagne wallowing
let there be no tearful greetings
no yellow ink on patient leather
in the sullen winter weather
Man proposes, God disposes
here amidst the wilting roses
drink the health of some warm girl
and let November eat the world
Give me never frostbite blisters
let us have no huddled whispers
sleep in strange familiar rooms
merely cheers bring us together
in the bitter winter weather
Man builds up and God destroys
in the quiet and the noise
hoard the things that still have worth
and let December ride the earth
Dark and silent stand the trees
howling winds bring Boreal freeze
headstones wear a cap of white
and warmth and life come to us rather
in the silent frozen weather
Man beseeches, God denies
in the night the grey owl cries
hide us from His dreadful sight
when January rules the night.