Does the sun shine?

Does the sun shine where you live?
Do you bath in golden waters?
Have you eyes of liquid gold?

Is the light as clear as crystal?
And is your skin a rosy glow?

Will you then think of me
When the dark eye of winter
Presses on my frozen soul?

When the days are short in hours
And the bitter wind bites deep

Will you come and warm my chilly bones?