When winter comes
I’m gonna miss him.
I can already feel the chill in the air.
Frosty patterns paint my kitchen door,
The sheets are cold I can’t get warm,
I can’t get warm.
When winter comes
I’m gonna need him.
I can already feel the snow in the air.
Cold September mornings, Harvest Moon,
I send my letters sayin’,
Come home soon.
Don’t let me fall
Asleep again tonight,
I want every moment
Here with you.
On your last night in the city
Then you’re leavin’ home,
You’re leavin’ home.
Eric, http://surfergoneawol.com/, thanks so much for your visits and your like!
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