This Years Winter – Bob John Holt

Lyrics of Bob John Holt – This Years Winter

The river sleeps beneath its ice
A silver lid on restless streams
You really don’t what you have
Til it leaves

A tree no longer wave goodbye
standing there with frozen arms
Waiting for another time to begin

So this years winter
This year’s over
Make a wish I will remember
This years winter

Put logs of oak into your kiln
Lay down your shovel if you will
Don’t run around when waterfalls
Are standing still

The lights up in the open sky
They shine but they won’t tell me why
Like they’re keeping promises for the king

So this years winter
This year’s over
Make a wish I will remember
This years winter

This years winter
Want to remember

So this years winter
This year’s over
You made it one I will remember
This years
This years winter