Winterline

Old Town
Old Town
      Winterline

Now the winter wind is blowing,
howls cold and curls ’round your bare neck.
As the winter wind is blowing
you know there is no turning back.
Howls cold and curls
’round your bare neck.
No turning back,
no turning back.
Winterline!

Now the ship you will be riding
rolls in all moaning, coal black.
Another will shriek and shudder.
The ones you ride they leave the track.
Roll in all moaning cold and black.
The coach you ride all painted black.
Winterline!

Now the love you left cries softly.
She straightens linen pale and plain.
The love you left cries softer,
under her breath cursing your name.
You’ll never change, you’re just the same.
You will remain only the same.
Winterline!

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Author: eric@ericschuurman.com

Father, mechanical drafter, former musician.