Thanks everyone for the priveledge to put out a weekly podcast over the past 3 years that you listened to!

Until we meet again, many Blessings

Albert E. Brumley

Some glad morning when this life is over

I'll fly away

To a home on God's celestial shore

I'll fly away

'll fly away, oh, Glory

I'll fly away

When I die, Hallelujah, by and by

I'll fly away

Just a few more weary days and then

I'll fly away

To a land where joy shall never end

I'll fly away

I'll fly away, oh, Glory

I'll fly away

When I die, Hallelujah, by and by

I'll fly away

The past few weeks it has continued to be Winter around here in all its glory. Snow, Wind, Cold, Blizzard Warnings and everything else Winter related. And it is April, usually a time of warmer weather, Spring showers and a look forward to Summer.

I couldn't help but get out my guitar and write a song about this Winter. It is definietely not a love song. But it comes from the heart.

Winter You're Growing Old

words by Susan Engström McAuliffe

(sung to the tune of Sounds of Silence by Simon and Garfunkel)

Hello Winter you were my friend

But I’m tired of seeing you again

You never seem to want to disappear

Even though Spring is oh so near

You stay and keep on snowing

And being cold

Winter you’re growing old

Down the driveway I try to go

But there’s too much ice, there so much snow

I slip and slide and finally hit the ground

Buried in snow with drifts all around

And I pray someone will find me

Before I freeze

My toes and knees

And in the early morning day

I hear the weatherman say

Another storm out West is coming here

So don’t you put away your snow gear

Because once again you’ll need it

To fight the snow

Winter you’re growing old

I’m such a fool thinking Spring

When there’s still snow on everything

It seems we never ever see the sun

Will the warmth of Spring ever come

Or is this what climate change is

A big white abyss

Winter you’re growing old

Someday soon it will be Spring

We will sweat and forget everything

It will seem like Winter was never here

With mosquitoes buzzing in our ear

And we will long for a cooler days

Looking through the haze

Of a never ending Summer

A long awaited visit with the now retired Tootsie Sister, my old friend. Sit with us at Olive Garden. "It's been you and me since way back when. You can't make old friends".