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.
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