‘Tis a day when lovers love
The gloom of a perfect day
And old folks gather
Whispering by the fireplace
Oblivious, children would still run
With red noses and rosy cheeks
On the windy streets without sunshine
And mothers call out for them
That cold summer day
Two friends sit by a coffee table
Laughter and smiles would survive
The remnants of the day
And where homes are found
And songs are heard
Of melodies that linger
Even on a cold summer day
