To The Winter
© Words & Music By Thom Sequoia

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* Inspired by Laura Ingles Wilder and the Little House On The Prairie books

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Verse 1
You gathered the summer, in bottles and vases,
and I went to Old Town, to win at the races,
you knelt in the garden, and nurtured the harvest,
and I built a cabin with rooms,
to the winter

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Verse 2
You hung up the laundry, then filled the bird feeder,
grandfather crafted, barrels from cedar,
and white ash to capture, the sap from the maples,
and I stacked the hay in the stables,
to the winter

Chorus
So gather the children, and dance round the fire,
sweeten the fiddle, and sing with desire,
and tell us your stories, of wilderness glories,
and summer in the Wisconsin wilds,

Then send off the sunflowers of Autumn,
send off the sunflowers of Autumn,
send off the sunflowers of Autumn,
to the winter

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Verse 3
Now life on the frontier, is full of surprises,
you look through Poor Richards almanac for advices,
and the grey wolves are howling, to the September moon,
and the black bears will make their den’s soon,
to the winter

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Chorus
So gather the children, and dance round the fire,
sweeten the fiddle, and sing with desire,
and tell us your stories, of wilderness glories,
and summer in the Wisconsin wilds,

Then send off the sunflowers of Autumn,
send off the sunflowers of Autumn,
send off the sunflowers of Autumn,
to the winter

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