February Day's Draught

This day is wistful my day in a beautiful way

I long for someone I don't know

February draught the pallid moon shone then shines now

May I speak to your stone I feel home

I never noticed how much I cried

I never noticed might have been blind

At Christmas time they sit on branches

Relatives speak to themselves it still feels home

This day always the same eternally living through

The same old day a warm one

I never noticed how much I cried

I never noticed might have been blind

This misty road leads to your quiet grave

Eternally wandering through the azure haze

February blows cold as she gazes at the full moon

This mistly road led me to your quiet grave

This day is wistful my day in a beautiful way

I long for someone I don't know