When it gets so cold that the lake turns to glass
Oh where do the ducks go? Is all I ask
And what do the fish do?
Are they frozen in?
And when it gets so dark that the ants cannot see
Oh how will they find their way to their homes underneath
And where do the birds sleep?
Where do they all go?
Do they all have houses in the clouds? Oh I don’t know
So I’ll go ask the wise owl
Go ask him he might know all the answers
To all of the things that I’ve wanted to know
Like how does the grass grow?
How to count up all my fingers and toes
And how do I stop my mind going places I don’t want it to go?
When the morning light melts the ice upon my windowpane
I wonder how long it will take for the sunlight to evaporate it
The flowers on the back fence
If I watch them will they bloom?
And when the day is fading and the trees are bathed in gold
And the Sun goes to sleep behind the hill as I’ve been told
If I listen closely will I hear its sighing breath?
Will it rise again in the morning or will it just forget?
