Marian McLaughlin - Paint-chipped Windowsill lyrics

I sat by the paint-chipped windowsill Silently watching winter slowly spill Dispersing, worsening Washed out by whiteness and wind Having just woken up I wondered when did it begin? Why am I inside Locked away and warm? Where do deer and mourning doves go To weather off the storm? Where do squirrels go to bury their souls When trees are stripped and bare? Why am I inside Instead of being out there? The need for shelter As we skelter To warm up our shivering skeletons And will this weather Get better? I'm sure there will be a day When it will be warm again So I sat by the paint-chipped windowsill Silently watching winter slowly spill