The cold has a voice It talks to me Stillborn, by choice It airs no need To hold
Old man feels the cold... Oh baby don't 'cause I've been told; Stay on these roads We shall meet, I know Stay on...my love We shall meet, I know I know
Where joy should reigh these skies restrain 'Shadow your love...' The voice trails off again
Old man feels the cold Oh baby don't 'cause I've been told Stay on these roads We shall meet, I know Stay on...my love You feel so week, be strong Stay on, stay on We shall meet I know I know
