I was born in the middle of an ice storm
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On the longest night of the year
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And that frozen rain on the old window pane
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Was the first sound I ever did hear
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Won't you stand beside me darling
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So I don't have to feel so alone
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Hold me tight all through the night
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When that old winter wind begins to blow
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When the sky is turning grey and cloudy
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Weatherman is saying ten below
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And the icicles drop from every rooftop
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That's when that old chill creeps into my bones
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Won't you stand beside me darling
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So I don't have to feel so alone
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Hold me tight all through the night
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When that old winter wind begins to blow
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Well it's one thing roamin in the springtime
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Or in the long lazy days of july
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I don't care at all if you leave me in the fall
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But in the wintertime I want you by my side
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Won't you stand beside me darling
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So I don't have to feel so alone
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Hold me tight all through the night
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When that old winter wind begins to blow
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Mean Old Wind
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| Kris Delmhorst |
