Lord, I'm afraid of the Winter
The Winter, so dreary and cold

Lord, I'm afraid of the Winter
The Winter of my growing old

The Springtime was bright with the promise
Of wonderful things that could be

We nourished our dreams and were thankful
Our blessings were all we could see

In Autumn we praised the beauty
Of forest and woodlands and field

But pleasure soon became duty
And duty no longer appealed

The Winter now is upon us
The race of life has been won

We've done what we can to be worthy
Of that heavenly home in the sun