It is cold outside under the winter sky
The creeping frost starts to take hold
Squirrels leave trails marking their progress
Gathering the nuts for their fold.
A Robin sits on the fence singing
Telling the world “that's his patch”!
A cat looks on hoping for an early lunch
Those claws are not only to scratch!?
Vapour trails open up the morning sky
Jets to a far away land…?
Maybe in search of a warmer place to settle
Or a long weekend in the sand?
England for me is the land I love
It’s true beauty is without any compare
Our woodlands, our marsh lands and everything within
Our people… having such flair.
Even when it’s cold under a winter’s sky
There is a warmth that runs through us all
This country of mine is the best place to be
Especially when winter-time calls.