Croaks the crow on my window
Someone's going to come.
Music flows in the air
Guitar, banjo and the drum.
As I look at stars in the sky
I see a glitter in their eye.
Cowbells seem to have a louder 'tring'
Rivers have taken a sharper swing.
Flowers seem to have imbibed more color
Children have, added fervor.
Croaks the crow on my window
Someone's going to come
My heart says it all
Welcome - The New Millennium!
