Walther
Mitglied
I’m sitting cold / Daffodils
It’s wintertime. I’m sitting cold.
Dream wonder wander: That I do.
Daffodils – what else! – grow in my hand!
And I feel grass and clear view dew!
It’s wintertime. I’m sitting cold.
And what I ask is rough and bold:
Why do I think of cowslip then?
Why do I feel the kiss of spring?
It’s wintertime. I’m sitting cold.
And there is snow that clouds do pour.
It tickles ears. It tickles noses.
But me, I dream: of you and roses.
It’s wintertime. I’m sitting cold.
Dream wonder wander: That I do.
Daffodils – what else! – grow in my hand!
And I feel grass and clear view dew!
It’s wintertime. I’m sitting cold.
And what I ask is rough and bold:
Why do I think of cowslip then?
Why do I feel the kiss of spring?
It’s wintertime. I’m sitting cold.
And there is snow that clouds do pour.
It tickles ears. It tickles noses.
But me, I dream: of you and roses.