“And finally Winter, with its bitin', whinin' wind, and all the land will be mantled with snow.”
Roy Bean“Time will pass and seasons will come and go.”
Roy Bean“And Fall, with her yeller harvest moon and the hills growin' brown and golden under a sinkin' sun.”
Roy Bean“And finally Winter, with its bitin', whinin' wind, and all the land will be mantled with snow.”
Roy Bean