It Is A Blizzard

I heard a crow sing
Sharply through the spring
Unto this wreath on our door
I told you before, but nobody, nobody heard
The streets were dressed up
Your father bought cups
Initialed F, M & S
Well gamblers will guess
But nobody, nobody learns

I'll be gone by Christmas
I'll be gone by Christmas
When you hold our boys head
Strike a chime in my stead
Know I'll be gone by then

A breeze had come forth
Born in the north, so cold, I thought that he died
So I buried my cries and scattered the ash of the hearse
With awe, I'm too kind
The talent of time will wash this hand from my back
Then compost the tracks
So all that I've left is the word

I'll be gone by Christmas
I'll be gone by Christmas
When he wails in the cot
Sip the whiskey we bought, and know
I'll be gone by then