In the wintertime the grass is brown
And the sky is gray the sky is gray
But how? But that don't mean little brother
That you have to feel the same way

Look the sky is crying
And see the tear rolling down on the ground down on the ground
But how? But that don't mean little brother
That your life can't turn around

Cover up your body
But the cold steady rubbing on your skin rubbing on your skin
But how? You stay alive little brother
From the warm fire within

This little brother
What the seasons are trying to say?
The snow will surely be melted
When the Sun punches in for the day..... day.........

See the cool who who? Steady rubbing rubbing around on your skin
Don’t it get on your skin?
But how? Stay alive little brother
From the warm fire within