Lonesome

Lonesome I'm today And it's very cold outside Golden spurs of darkish ray On the sky now take a ride Clouds drifting one by one Passing through the sky On - till everyone is gone In the clear blue high Dreams we are forgetting From the summer past Cold and numb are letting Inside their dusky cast Frosty times are riding through With their pink and pale Giving views quite new On their lonesome rail What will become clear? With this outlying cast When roads reach the drear Snow eyes mirrored glassed Run on with your life Taste is bitter and difficult The frosty bitter jackknife Now stretching out its cult