Today I'm writing a Christmas song
The snow is blinding
Like our loving used to be
I can't tell the ground from sky
We've left the place where as children we'd sleep
This winter - in your arms I do lye
We wake by the water
The wind seems much colder
Than the one that blew back west
And if you feel lonesome
Just fall on my shoulder
I'll hold you til Christmas has left
The sun is setting
Through the frosted window
Casting patterns on your thigh
We've left the place where as children we'd sleep
This winter - in your arms I do lye
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