out my winter window in the morning
all bundled up in feathers I see my favourite mountain
I see a face that looks up to the sky
and three horses lined up beside
there's not so much snow this year
so my horses are looking a little lean from the snow rounded flanks I've known.
every place tells a story
as the aboriginals of my home will tell
what's the songline of this place?
the old local's probably knew
I think I'll make my own up
just like my own new year
some fresh snow
a fresh story
What's your story?
As you look in
As you look out
what would you see . . .
Happy New Year