Winter Is Coming

The win­ter is com­ing

is com­ing

The snow­flakes be­gin­ning to fall;

White mes­sen­gers sent from the north winds

Bring sor­row or glad­ness to all.

The snow birds in door yards are chirp­ing

Sweet an­gels of win­ter they come;

And blue­birds and red breast­ed rob­ins

To far away south­lands have flown.

The last rose of sum­mer is fad­ed

Petunias and dahl­ias are gone;

The green tuft­ed gar­ments of sum­mer

Give place to the sno­wy white gown.

The trees have cast off their green dress­es

Old earth is now shi­ver­ing and bare;

And ev­ery­where read we the les­son

For win­ter’s fierce blast now pre­pare.

The win­ter of life

too

is com­ing

Is com­ing to you and to me;

When the vi­gor and act­ion of child­hood

Our por­tion will nev­er­more be.

Then work

for life’s win­ter is com­ing

Oh

lay up your trea­sure in store

In Je­sus’ own heav­en­ly gar­ner

Where win­ters are feared nev­er­more.