John Gorka
John Gorka
John Gorka
John Gorka
John Gorka
John Gorka
John Gorka
John Gorka
John Gorka
John Gorka
John Gorka
John Gorka
[Verse 1]
The cows in the moo yard are making their plans
For the long winter nights, and the cold winter hands
[Verse 2]
Some out in the fields are covered with snow
The black ones turn white, and the white ones don't show
[Verse 3]
Big lamps in the sunset, between bovine dreams
Their icicled udders are waiting for spring
[Verse 4]
And up from the road comes the sound of the wheel
Just an old ice cream wagon, they say "I know how you feel."
[Verse 5]
Some dream of India, where their cousins are stars
But they don't like the crowds, so they stay where they are
[Verse 6]
And some dream of Florida, of roaming the beach
With metal detectors for gold they can reach
[Verse 7]
Well, what can you do? It's the ice or the flies
The temperature slowing, the tails going by
[Verse 8]
It's a dairy existence, and I must conclude...
Cold milk in a bottle still beats frozen foods
Winter Cows was written by John Gorka.
Winter Cows was produced by Bill Kollar.