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ON A WINTER MORNING.
ON A WINTER MORNING.
And the winter is here, So the sky is clear. The woods are frozen in snow, And the morning sun is low.
The village kids are running for water, All their way to the small spring. And elders sings to their red tea, While the mothers stay busy in the kitchen.
A cock flap it's wings from my roof top, And I watched him crow arrogantly. And a flock of birds flew across the sky, And I listen to the song they bring.
Slowly, dewdrops melt from the leaves, And the chilly wind disappeared. And the villagers floated for the harvest, As the sun gets higher and warmer.
Lately, the sky turned to golden yellow, And I hear the vesper bell ring, Then everything turns quiet and peaceful, Except the people sing in the church.
Kangngaudaube Irang.
