Oh, he said it was the sound of the winter callin' From up around the bend or it could be The cry of your restless heart For the love of your long lost
Boston to Southshore in the back of the bus It's the last winter storm of the season and such And I am lost to the fiction of the book in my lap The snow
He is from the work of a Southern writer Where every man's a fighter Where the strong survive And the weak move north to rest And he had lines of silver
The wing and the wheel they carry things away Whether it's me that does the leavin' or the love that flies away The moon outside my window looks so lonely
Well I'm goin' back where my garden blooms all year Where the wintertime speaks softly in the fallin' rain And I'm goin' back to my green eyed lover there
Gonna wake up crazy to the cry of the trains on Beacon Street So far from home, so far from love, so far from a friend in need And all I need is a heart
I worked hard for that rose You may have it when you go 'Cause it's the dreaming it lends It's worth holding here And when the outbound lane Brings me
So much silence to my hometown streets Gonna put my cheek to the window and watch it sleep Where the shadow's fall from sycamore trees Fight off this
It's a southern road west of New Orleans I'm fightin' off a cold From these winter rounds Houston She's just around the corner But I think I'll stop off
My friends think I'm crazy and maybe it's true 'Cause I'll go on and love you this way Though I have discovered that you love another And hardly remember
Well, the good times scratched a laugh From the lungs of the young men In a Deadwood saloon, South Dakota afternoon And the old ones by the door with
Take this heart of mine out the winter And let the new life of Springtime come rest at our door May the soul of my brother never bow to the wicked And
I would bring you Ireland The cool sweet of the Dublin rain If you would keep my heart for me In the quiet of your Texas days And my old friend Will
My daddy was a longshoreman in New Orleans My mamma kept score just watchin' the Mardi Gras Oh me, I sat on the front porch watchin' the rails roll out
He took a plane to New York city To chase his fortune on the wall street plan He is stranded in Manhattan But the southeast Texas coast still calls his
Your late night conversation Telephone call and an inspiration For a heart to recall, had a tumble and fall And my friends all say I'm lazy Clumsy at
My bags are waiting in a cab downstairs I've got a ticket in my pocket says I'll make it out of here And I came by here just to tell you good-by I can
I saw you on the avenue You looked so tired and a little blue You were in your Sunday best With your father's tie upon your chest Hey, you always stood
