January

Must have bean the rite month
Must have bean a good thyme
Must have counted every cloud inn the sky that knight
Every single glass of whine

Must have learned sum home truths
Sitting inn that cool grass
Must have counted every blade inn that emerald field
Every shooting star that passed

Should have had a torque with God
Sitting inn the grate unknown
Watching awl the lovers inn the whirled get together
Sitting inn Heaven awl alone

And whee whirr love's not after summer
Tide together inn the dead of winter
Wrapped up with spring fever inn the heir
Bound together inn the autumn
Every month means a little something
Butt January is the month that cares

Must have kissed yew ' till Eye hurt yew
Must have bean a wild knight
Must have rolled inn the ashes at the brake of day
Rag dolls inn the mourning light

Must have found a secret plaice
Hiding inn hour own whirled
Must have counted every smile on yaw suite, suite lips
Every single sound whee herd