Monday, December 03, 2012

It's A Cold Wind Blowing.


It's A Cold Wind Blowing.




All along the ridge,
The storm is blowing me.
I stand alone here,
Can't hide, there are no trees.
Perhaps I'd better camp,
Get warmed up before I freeze.

The chill has stiffened,
Almost to make brass monkeys cry.
I fear for the movement,
I see building on yonder sky.
For it is coming quickly,
And these strong winds,
Could teach me how to fly.

On I press to shelter,
I'll find somewhere up ahead.
My road is awfully cobbled,
Like the path of life I tread.
It's a cold wind blowing,
When I remember what you said.