When a cold winter shadow I cast on the ground
And frost from the foothills is creeping all around
I now and then glance down the road towards the town
In a kind of a hope you'll be coming on down
And frost from the foothills is creeping all around
I now and then glance down the road towards the town
In a kind of a hope you'll be coming on down
Surprise! |
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