Ol’ Man

Ol' Man

Ol’ Man

Old man Winter, please be kind
Old man Winter, to my mind
I’ve been worryin’’bout my home
How I’m gonna make it all alone

Deep inside, my heart grows fond
Of a lover with no bond
What’ll I do if the wind blows strong?
Is it gonna bring me where I belong?

Please don’t freeze my heart too much
‘Cuz I’m gonna need that gentle touch
And if its frozen, tucked away
How will I know if I should stay?

If the icicles grow too long
How could I sing this gentle song?
And if the frost should bite my skin
It’ll be hard to smile within

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About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter word...love!
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