Winter Night

The trees are bare, their boughs like bones 
Their leaves are at my feet 
The bleak midwinter's mournful moans 
Pervade the empty street 

The air is cold, the sky is clear 
The moon is going down 
The stars hang like a chandelier 
Above the sleeping town 

I am the only one around 
There's no one else in sight 
Just me, the neighbor on the ground 
The guardian of the night