A man of means he played to win
Instincts sharp and razor-thin.
Watching the woman at his side.
Her reckless eyes all bottle-bright
A child untamed a bird in flight,
A floating dreamer unmoored at high tide.

Careful lines and compliments
She cut her cards with confidence
He sat back and watched her play the game
He slowly let her win a few
The stakes were higher than she knew
She played well losing all the same.

This is how the cards are laid
And this is how the game is played
Bets are placed and options weighed
In the end all debts are paid

By dawn the game was near its end
One thing on the table and
She held that last card close and she persisted.
She bet it all her chips were stacked
The last deal hinged upon the fact
He didn’t even know the game existed.

He knew.

Spinning dreams of a future home
From his tailored suit and French cologne
Tangled fictions far removed from fact.
Arriving back in time to feel
What fantasy did not reveal
Cheap sheets beneath her sweaty back

Behind closed eyes imagining
The plastic coated one-night-stand
The familiar tarnished headboard of the bed.
Former feet had worn a path
To the bright fluorescent white-tiled bath
The greasy pillow hard beneath her head.

This is how the cards are laid
And this is how the game is played
Bets are placed and options weighed
In the end all debts are paid

She listened to his breathing slow
In the darkness for one moment more
Preparing for the ritual good-bye.
In the darkness trying to ignore
The echoes of the locking doors
She knew so well would be there in his eyes.

This is how the cards are laid
And this is how the game is played
Bets are placed and options weighed
In the end all debts are paid

This is how the cards are laid
And this is how the game is played
Bets are placed and options weighed
In the end all debts are paid

Daddy liked his whiskey and mama like to fight
Their child was born to squalor and flourished out of spite
By twelve she knew the sorry truth, two wrongs can’t make a right
Struck the match and locked the doors and sailed into the night

Break the pots and sink the boats, respect the sudden urges
Life is short, and fickle, it binges and it purges
What you thought was living’s just a pattern that emerges
And sweet's the air with curly smoke from all the burning bridges.

Baiting her with ladybirds, and innocent blue eyes
He caught her up into his wake, and took her for a ride
Smiling while he tore the nets, and hooking her with lies
But little girls he learned too late are devils in disguise

Break the pots and sink the boats and swim down with the fishes
Even when you thought she’d gone, you’ll find that she persisted
Soot stains on her fingertips and metal in the ditches
And sweet's the air with curly smoke from all the burning bridges.

A man brought rings and pretty things, and all that they implied
He bought the house, but didn’t bother coming home at night
She sat among the pretty things while something in her died
When morning came, she piled it up and set it all alight.

Break the pots and sink the boats, this siren song bewitches
Eventually it’s clear that love is only scratching itches
Charred and burnt chantilly lace floating past the ridges
And sweet's the air with curly smoke from all the burning bridges.

When those pearls become a leash, they’ll tell you when to heel
They’ll take you to the doctor, and they’ll tell you how to feel
They’ll tell you what to wear each day, and when to take it off
Call you names and bend the truth, and tell you that it’s love

On the far side of forgiveness, washed up on the riverbank
The current spitting up the things that other people lack
Reflections on the rising tide from all that she had learned
Horizon filling up with smoke from all that she had burned

Break the pots and sink the boats, respect the sudden urges
And sweets the air with curly smoke from all the burning bridges
Break the pots and sink the boats and swim down with the fishes
And sweets the air with curly smoke from all the burning bridges
Break the pots and sink the boats, this siren song bewitches
And sweets the air with curly smoke from all the burning bridges

Got the February blues
There’s ice in my shoes
You’ll have to excuse
The length of my fuse

But I get this way every February

There was a time
When the weather was fine
Your love was sublime
But it froze on the line
Now I get this way every February

We try over and over
Keep getting it wrong
You keep coming back
I keep singing this song
I’ve learned to let go
So there’s something lef to hold onto

It’s that spring day
When winter gives way
To the sunshine that burns
All your troubles away
When you know in your bones that it’s over

I dreamed Spring had come
Like it always had done
But you followed the sun
And left my heart numb
But I get this way every February

We try over and over
Keep getting it wrong
You keep coming back
I keep singing this song
I’ve learned to let go
So there’s something left to hold onto

It’s that spring day
When winter gives way
To the sunshine that burns
All your troubles away
When you know in your bones that it’s over

Got the February blues
There’s ice in my shoes
You’ll have to excuse
The length of my fuse
But I get this way every February

Bat in a cave, cat up a tree
Ticks on a dog, hive full of bees
Spider in a web, waiting like I was
Until there was you
And I knew
This one’s for me

Ant in a hill, mole in the dirt
Duck in a pond, camel on the desert
Like a happy little pig in shhhhhhhh ….ssshhowers of mud
I said
This one’s for me

Just like a cockroach crawling on the kitchen counter
Like a snake in the sun, full of antelope
Woodpecker beak-deep in a log full of bugs
And me, in your arms, I’m home.

Clam in a shell, Rabbits in a burrow
Squirrel in a hole, Flies on the window
A dam is for beavers and it’s what I said..
When you lodged in my heart
I said DAMN
This one’s for me

Just like a cockroach crawling on the kitchen counter
Like a snake in the sun, full of antelope
Woodpecker beak-deep in a log full of bugs
And me, in your arms, I’m home.

Cow in a field, fox in a lair
Bird in a nest, den full of bears
So many thousands
Of fish in the sea
But I know
This one’s for me

Hobo Lump and Wrong Way Brown
Were married just outside of town
By a sky pilot called Amarillo Blue
The wedding vows were old as time
And every hobo worth his dime
Has spoken these four lines before I do :

May I always help you forward, all the days that I can count
May I always do what’s right, and not just what I want
May my love for you be greater than my need will ever be
I love you just the way you are, and that’s okay with me

The year was 1934
And everyone was deadly poor
A better life was further down the tracks
The bride wore plaid, the groom a smile
They carried rhubarb down the aisle
And burned the bitter leaves to shed the past

May I always help you forward, all the days that I can count
May I always do what’s right, and not just what I want
May my love for you be greater than my need will ever be
I love you just the way you are, and that’s okay with me

They went nineteen years
A hundred thousand miles
When Wrong Way’s last stop got called
He pulled up with a smile.

Hobo climbed back on the rails
For all I know she rides them still
Left Wrong Way’s body propped up near the tracks
She left four cigarettes and a can of beer
A note carved into a railway sleeper
Wrong Way caught the westbound home from here

May I always help you forward, all the days that I can count
May I always do what’s right, and not just what I want
May my love for you be greater than my need will ever be
I love you just the way you are, and that’s okay with me.

1975
I’ll be right back, my mama said. I’m hungry.
The train was creaking, just about to leave.
There’s still time, she called, in bare feet from the platform
I held her shoes and watched her order tea

I was frozen to my seat as the train moved to the east
And the tracks unfurled between us like a zipper
I was eight years old and small, but I didn't cry at all
Until the rising mountains finally hid her.

There’s so much time, she said, the train won’t leave without me
Life is long, she said, but it’s never long enough
Mama please come home, all is forgiven
If you’re left behind, remember that I loved you
I’ll see you mama, further down the line

1980
An express train to the very north of Canada
From Cochrane all the way to Moosonee
A man we knew had lost his wife and daughter
Mama thought it would be good for him and me,
I spent the summer growing up, leeping in a drowned girl's bed
Reading dirty magazines and eating loaves of bannock bread
I played cards with him at night, while he held his bottle tight,
Watched the lake, and prayed it might give up its dead.

There’s so much time, he thought as they paddled home that day,
Storm came up dark and fast, he’d been drinking’s what they say
They were gone so quick, there was no way to save them
Now he’s sitting on a platform with a bottle, left behind
They’re still living in another state of mind

1987
Travelling from north to south as summer turned to fall
The furthest from home I’d ever been
The weeks turned into months as the borders passed
Pulling that invisible cord thin

Curled up in the corridors, dreaming endlessly of home
An entire continent rumbled beneath me
I woke up to the blinding view of brilliant Mediterranean Blue
Took off my clothes and floated newborn in the warm and salted sea

There’s so much time, I thought, I am young, the skies are open
Drifting through the years on an endless tidal sea
The longest distance that lies between two places
Isn’t measured in the miles But in the minutes
How did it get so late, so very soon?

2015
My mother’s feet were always itchy
They might’ve walked her halfway to the moon
As she passes through the years, I see her slowing
One last trip with us, through memories of youth
And I think that she’ll step off at a station ‘‘long the way
She’ll tell us just a minute.. I’m still hungry
And then out of the blue while my daughter holds her shoes
Maybe mama will catch the next train home

There’s so much time, she said, the train won’t leave without me
Life is long, she said, but it’s never long enough
Mama please come home, all is forgiven
If you’re left behind, remember that we loved you
I’ll see you mama, further down the line

He drinks like a fish, eats like a horse
Chews like a goat and he's mine, of course ..
He’s one tough cookie, the apple of my eye
But with every nibble, he goes straight to my thighs ..

Whoa! they're getting bigger with every passing day
But still I belly up to that long buffet
And just when I think we can't take another bite
I catch him with his fingers in the huckleberry pie

My friends say I have bitten off
More than i can chew
But I know he’s the one for me
I mean just watch him play kazoo

Smokes like a toaster with the crumbs left in
Sings like a kettle full of bathtub gin
Cuddles like an octopus with extra toes
Makes me laugh so hard food comes out of my nose

Unless I ask him nice he don’t tie me down
When lovin’s on the menu he don’t fool around
And when I finally think he's through
He says he likes to have his cake and eat it too

WHOA!

If I only had a single heart
I wouldn’t have been free,
To risk misery and heartache …
but I was born with three.

I didn’t lose the first one,
You stole it from my chest,
I heard it beat beneath your floorboards,
Telling tales to frightened guests,

I ran screaming from your doorway,
Dropping arms like leaves,
I left them writhing in my foaming wake,
Desperate and bereaved,

You snatched the second from my trembling hands,
It shattered in the streets,
I gathered up the pieces,
But they made my fingers bleed

Cross my heart,
you’ll hope to die
Stick a needle your

eye

Disappeared into cloud of rage,
And found a hidden truth,
If I give you my heart freely,
It will mean the end of you.

Your joy will be enormous,
Life short and bittersweet,
Your end will be ferocious,
Torn to ribbons by my beak.

My mind is in my fingertips,
I’m built for these cold depths.
I do a masterful impression,
Of a woman loved to death,

So take my final heart, my friend,
The love it brings is fleeting,
It will return to me intact.
And it will still be beating

It feels like winter, never spring
These wilted flowers that you bring
You’re not my keeper, here’s the thing
This honeybee is set to swing

Now hold still, honey.. this might sting
The hive is buzzing.. hear it sing
You want my love, prepare for pain
I’m a queen, don’t need no king

You say you want to come inside.
Hold on tight, it’s a hell of a ride
The man before you nearly died
Careful boy, don’t poke the hive

Don’t bring me flowers, I’ve got lots
Don’t write me love songs, I’m the boss
Dip your finger, taste the sauce.
Don’t need no sweets, I’m a honey pot.

Don’t buy me rings, I’m made of gold.
This drone of love notes leaves me cold
If you’re thinking that I’ll fold
You’ll still be waiting when you’re old

If you swell up, boy, run to mama
I’ve got no time for silly drama
I’m busy buzzy royalty
I’m Beautiful with a capital Bee.

If you come near you’ll hear the sound
That brings the boys from miles around
I’m the queen, I wear the crown
Your jealousy just brings me down

I’m not playing hard to get
I’ll walk away, no empty threat
I wouldn’t even break a sweat
So be good baby, don’t you fret.

I see you down there on one knee
While you’re down there.. well, you see
When you’re done, I’ll set you free
It’s such a shame you don’t agree

Don’t treat me like I’m made of wax
Cause this show has a second act
I’m a woman with a past
Stop blowing hot smoke up my a..

Ask me no questions, because I’ll only lie
If i give you my honey, boy, don’t stop to wonder why
Put on that striped suit, and march in like a king
When your time is up, you little pup
You’ll find I’ve clipped your wings.

Black and Yellow, round and fat
Furry coats and pointed hats
Democrats and Diplomats
This royal party’s where it’s at

I think you’ll learn to love the sting
The hive is humming.. hear it swing
You’ve had my love, you liked the pain
A honeycomb like pure cocaine.

Don’t bring me flowers, I’ve got lots
Don’t write me love songs, I’m the boss
Dip your finger, taste the sauce.
Don’t need no sweets, I’m a honey pot.

Honeybees don’t mate for life
So hold on tight, it’s a hell of a ride
I would have made a lousy wife
Careful boy, don’t poke the hive

Maxine, The possum belly queen
Shaking in the cold twilight
A one-night stand,Lesser of two evils
Warmth on a three dog night.

Not my circus, Not my monkeys
Mamas working down at the striptease
Daddy’s drinking and watching the TV
Not my circus, Not my monkeys

His name was Floyd, he was unemployed
A carnie out of Jacksonville.
A one trick pony and a two-timing schemer
As phony as a three-dollar bill

Not my circus, Not my monkeys
Night's as cold as a butcher's deep freeze
Future's bleak as a brand new disease
Not my circus, not my monkeys

Floyd hunkered down when the circus left town
Sleeping in Maxine's bed
Gave her three black eyes
Two broken ribs
One bloody nose
and a bruise shaped like the face of jesus

Not my circus, Not my monkeys
Maxine's working down at the striptease
Floyd sits drinking and watching the TV
Not my circus, Not my monkeys

The year went black
The carnival came back
Clowns and tigers riding the rails
It left that night in the cool moonlight
Maxine in the belly of the whale

Sweet Maxine
Had a secret in her heart
And a possum in her belly so proud
With a man like Floyd
Two was bad company
Three surely was a crowd

Not my circus, Not my monkeys
Maxine's long gone, sniffing the seabreeze
Floyd's in the backyard pushing up the daisies

Not my circus, Not my monkeys
Not my circus, Not my monkeys
Not my circus, Not my monkeys

I see you chomping at the bit
You sneaky little hypocrite.
Darkest humour, fastest patter
Ten dollar words designed to flatter

Way you walk, all hips and swagger
You can keep the cloak and dagger
I’ll save you all the blow by blow
This isn’t my first rodeo

Giddy up baby, ain’t no sweat
Rode in hard and put up wet
You think you’re big but you ain’t no threat
I don’t forgive and I don’t forget

It’s been some years, and you don’t clock me
You pour the drinks you think unlock me
Your conversation’s overrated
Should have left those words unstated

It’s cute you think it’s your idea
If it wasn’t mine, I wouldn’t be here
Sorry babe, but soon you’ll know,
This isn’t my first rodeo

Giddy up baby, ain’t no sweat
Rode in hard and put up wet
You think you’re big but you ain’t no threat
I don’t forgive and I don’t forget

You caught the scent and chased the tail
And used the lines that never fail
Jaws open wide, teeth sharp and white
Your thought you had me in your sights

But I’ve learned fast and I’ll be blunt
Nice try, my friend, that dog won’t hunt
Get ready for the aftershow
This isn’t my first rodeo

Giddy up baby, ain’t no sweat
Rode in hard and put up wet
You think you’re big but you ain’t no threat
I don’t forgive and I don’t forget

You can lead my horse to water
But you’ll never make her drink
If you keep beating that dead pony
By tomorrow it’ll stink
You can say you’re not a zebra
But I’ve seen those stripes before
Back then I should have bolted
But you locked the stable door

I’m gonna leave you swinging high
Eyeballs wet, the rest bone-dry
Begging me to cut you down
A whining little naked clown

Let them free you in the morning
Until then you’ll be a warning
You screamed my name, so now you know
This wasn’t my first rodeo

Giddy up baby, ain’t no sweat
Rode in hard and put up wet
You think you’re big but you ain’t no threat
I don’t forgive and I don’t forget

Giddy up baby, ain’t no sweat
Rode in hard and put up wet
You think you’re big but you ain’t no threat
I don’t forgive and I don’t forget

I saw a ring around the moon last night
Now the morning sky’s gone red
Tang of ozone hanging in the air
A murder flying overhead
The air is getting sticky
There’s a rumble in the rain

Hold on tight,
Hold on tight,
Hold on tight, my love
The wind’s picking up and the weather’s about to change.

A tightness binds my broken chest
My hair’s gone wild around my head
My brain is wrung completely dry
And still I’m drenched with sweat
My bones are aching fossils
I haven’t slept in days

Hold on tight,
Hold on tight,
Hold on tight, my love
The wind’s picking up and the weather’s about to change.

My heart has frozen deep inside
I’ve stayed the storm with lies
I’m a foghorn in the distance
I can’t look you in the eyes
I’ve started keeping secrets
I’ve finished making plans

Hold on tight,
Hold on tight,
Hold on tight, my love
The wind’s picking up and the weather’s about to change.

I saw a ring around the moon last night
Now the morning sky’s gone red
Tang of ozone hanging in the air
A murder flying overhead
The air is getting sticky
There’s a rumble in the rain

Let go my love,
Let go my love,
Let go my love,
The wind’s picked up and the weather’s gone and changed

I’d probably be late for my own wedding
I’d outdrink both your uncles at the bar
I’d wear a dress your mama thinks is slutty
’d sneak downstairs and eat the caviar

I’d make a speech revealing all your secrets
I know that I’d dance madly with the band
I’d disappear for hours with a bridesmaid
But all I’d really want to do is hold your hand

Because you know I need my feet under the covers
Draw dirty pictures while I’m talking on the phone
I talk to cats as if they’re tiny people
I’ve killed every single plant I’ve ever owned.

I check behind the shower curtain nightly
I hit the snooze bar twenty-seven times
I know exactly how to finish all your sentences
Even though I never finish mine

So join me at the table with the weirdos
Where the lights are on but nobody's at home
Where bats live in our overcrowded belfries
And at night you’ll find us barking at the moon

We’ve only got one oar in the water
Our roof was never nailed on right
Our elevator never makes it to the top floor
And the cuckoos in our nest have taken flight

It’s exhausting pretending to be normal
You know I’ll never be a perfect wife
But if you join me at the table with the weirdos
I promise that I’ll love you all my life.

You’ll find me at the table with the weirdos
The ones that play the game with half a deck
Our fruitcake may be nutty and our screws are mostly loose
But we’re laughing as we go stark raving mad

So join me at the table with the weirdos
Where the lights are on but nobody's at home
Where bats live in our overcrowded belfries
And at night you’ll find us howling at the moon
At night you’ll find us howling at the moon
At night you’ll find us howling at the moon

I dreamed I was a pirate and my name was Anne Bonet
A grey-eyed Irish bastard from the Wild Atlantic Way
Shipped across the ocean where my mother died so young
They left me with my father, who raised - me - as - a son

My father sent me packing, found a sailor in my bed
So I set fire to his lands, and left them both for dead
I took up with a pirate king, Cutler Jack by name
We loved and fought and plundered a cross - the - Spa - nish main

Sweat pours from my skin, Tears seep from my eyes
Blood rushes like a river yearning for the distant sea
Ice runs through my veins, I pray it melts in spring
I boil it off with rage
Until I am - com- plet-ely dry

We stole the good ship William in the night from Port Royal
And set sail as a pirate crew, up through the grand canal
And soon from Isla Muerta to Armadillo Bay
Gold offered for the capture of the Ti-ny -Anne- Bonet

A cutlass wielded in one hand, a pistol in the air
A dirty scarf to bind my chest, another for my hair
A jacket and men’s trousers and a pair of leather boots
I cursed and stole and murdered and I - would - not - put - down roots

Sweat pours from my skin, Tears seep from my eyes
Blood rushes like a river yearning for the distant sea
Ice runs through my veins, I pray it melts in spring
I boil it off with rage
Until I am - com- plet-ely dry

The years spun through the golden age of piracy and lies
Eventually my belly grew, ‘twas clear I was with child
Set charts to birth (berth) in Cuba while the others pillaged on
On our last night they drained the beer, and washed it down with rum

When the moon went dark behind the clouds, the Englishmen attacked
Jack was blinded with the drink, the rest were sleeping fast
Around my swollen belly, I took up sword and gun
And fought the English sailors while my crew - snored - sound - ly on

I couldn’t kill them all, we were shipped to land in chains
And they sent us to the gallows in the early morning rain
The baby that I carried saved me from the rope
But when Jackie climbed the scaffold, the words- flew- from -my throat

“If you’d fought like a man you need not have hang’d like a dog” ~ Anne Bonet, 1720

I dreamed I was a pirate and my name was Anne Bonet
There’s an empty grave in Spanish Town where someone carved my name
There is no record of my death but the stories still remain
Of a tiny fearsome pirate with a thou-sand -diffe-rent names

Beelzebub and Blunderbuss and Butcher of Belize
Pocket-sized Poseidon and the Demon of the Deep
Heavy Belly Bastard to the Curse of the Malay
But in all the tales, the pirate's eyes were in-var-i-ab-ly grey.

Sweat pours from my skin, Tears seep from my eyes
Blood rushes like a river yearning for the distant sea
Ice runs through my veins, I pray it melts in spring
I boil it off with rage
Until I am - com- plet-ely dry

Tick, tock, eyes on the clock
I don't want to miss a moment with you
Ho Hum, thought you’d never come
But when you did, baby, how the time flew

Once upon a time I was a state-of-the-art
Two-time loser with a broken heart
But everyone says third time’s a charm
I want to spend every moment in your sweet arms

You wind me up, baby with your perfect face
And your hands running circles all over the place
You ring my alarm before I buy the farm
I just want to spend a moment with you

Wasting my time, waiting through a month of Sundays
Yesterday’s a memory and tomorrow’s a dream
Make your mind up while the sun is still up
Cause there's no thought worse than what might have been

I want you to know, baby, when i’m making my vows
That forever with me will be a whole lot of nows
When the six o’clock whistle blows the end of my shift
I’ll still be longing for a moment like this

Tick, tock, turn back the clock
I'll never miss another moment with you
Ho Hum, thought you’d never come
But when you did, baby, how the time flew.

My name is William Albert Fish, I live a quiet life
In a tiny little town, with Gwendolyn my lovely wife
In that churchyard long ago I handed her my heart
And swore to love her faithfully til death plucked us apart
My Gwendolyn has said so much since she marched me down the aisle
Although I miss most of the words, I nod my head and smile

[Gwendolyn]
You're going bald on top, William, you bore me when you speak
You snore at night, and I don't like Your spindly physique
Your eyes are close together, your ears too far apart
As we fall sleep each night, I listen to you farrrr..

Twenty years I've longed to leave this godforsaken place
You sit there with that feeble-minded Smile upon your face
There's nothing like a pistol, a shovel and a hole
A dark night and an alibi, to liberate the soul

[William]
I dream of far off places, sometimes I take a nap
I'm warm beside the fire with the cat upon my lap
Sweet Gwendolyn is generous, she knows so many words
She's always busy sharing, my small talk's for the birds

[Gwendolyn]
You pay too much attention to that ugly smelly cat
You drive the car too slowly and still it gets a flat.
You don't know how to fix a thing, your kisses give me cramps
I hate the way you chew your food, your hands are always damp

The birthday gift you bought for me is stupid and I hate it
But you don't make nearly enough money to replace it.
There's nothing like some arsenic, a shovel and a hole
A dark night and an alibi To liberate the soul

[William]
My name is William Albert Fish, I come home every night
From my boring little job just hoping for a bite to eat,
A quiet little supper suits me absolutely fine
Stories on the telly and into bed by nine
Dear Gwendolyn is waiting, she meets me at the door
Her lips begins to flap before my slippers hit the floor

[Gwendolyn]
My friends all think you're stupid, and I do believe they're right
You haven't got a clue I slept with your friend Gus last night
There's nothing like a baseball bat, a shovel and a hole
A dark night and an alibi, to send you straight to …

[William]
Hello operator, give me number nine,
Me wife has tripped and fallen, and I do believe she's died
My name is William Albert Fish, I stuck my foot out when she passed.
I heard her tumble down the stairs, I think she's breathed her last
Turns out there's nothing like a nasty fall, s shovel and a hole
And a decent lawyer, to liberate her soul

I visit you each Sunday, Gwen, just as the sun comes up
You're quiet as a churchmouse, snd I love you quite a lot
When I take my last breath they'll lay me next to you
Here lies William Albert Fish, they'll say, In a quiet hole for two.

I tried to do my own arrangement of the 3/4 time Bob Dylan classic.
And accidentally turned it into a murder ballad in 4/4 by changing a couple of the lines.

Winterlude, Winterlude, oh darlin'
Winterlude by the road tonight
Tonight there will be no more quarrelin'
Ev'rything is gonna be all right
Oh, I see by the angel beside me
That love has a reason to shine
You're the one I adore,
Have no fear, give me more
Winterlude, I need to make you mine

Winterlude, Winterlude, my little apple
Lay down by the corn in the field
Winterlude, let's go down to the chapel
Can’t you see the way you make me feel
We’ll come out when the ice begins to glisten
By the sun, near the old crossroads sign
The snow is so cold, but our love can be bold
Winterlude, don’t be rude, please be mine

Winterlude, Winterlude, my little daisy
Winterlude by the telephone wire
Winterlude, you made me crazy
I can still smell the smoke from the fire
The moonlight reflected from the window
The snowflakes that covered you in white
In the cold light of dawn, everything will be gone
Winterlude, you’ll always be mine
Winterlude, you’ll always be mine