Dandelion Wine

I skulk through the skeleton trees
The birds and the Sun have both flown
I dare say a damnable scheme
Is hidden in mid-winter’s morn’

I float in, a frozen white flood
Disheveled, I shuffle the floor
The fix full, it’s freezing my blood
I rest behind the red cellar door

Dandelion wine
Just half a spoonful and everything’s fine
Summoning days
There’s summer in bloom chasing winter away

I should be raking my roof
A snowdrift is dangerously high
I found my favorite proof
And the barrel is barely half-dry

Dandelion wine
Just half a spoonful and everything’s fine
Summoning days
There’s summer in bloom, but it’s slipping away

Dandelion wine
Just half a spoonful and everything’s fine
Dandelion wine
Just half a bottle and everything’s fine

Dandelion wine (The barrel is dry as a bone)
Dandelion wine (The snow is still falling like ash)
Dandelion wine (The ceiling is starting to groan)
Dandelion wine (Then everything ends with a crash)

Crushed like a rat in a trap
Buried in beams of rough pine
It’s cold now and catacomb black
Dreaming of dandelion wine