Texty: Steve Towson. 1 Shot At Freedom. So Long A Winter.

Shortly the girl will grow up
She'll be come the sailor
Become the crook
Soon the boy he'll come home
From his killings all alone
To a farmer without the seed
To a baker without the heat
All is swept beneath the seams
All for trinket needs

For it's been so long a winter
So long a winter
Yes it's been so long a winter
We've been living in the middle of

Well there's fire in the flour
Pain in the sheets
I don't know why it's had to have been like this
But I know that I don't feel so good
Nothing feels the way it should
I am so young but I feel so old
The whole world is growing
So cold

Cause we are realizing
Yes we are realizing that
It's been so long a winter
So long a winter
We've been living in the middle of