Relentlessly the wind blows, without conscience without sound
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And the howling echoes louder, from the lonely hungry hounds
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Vagrant Winter's in the alley and he's waiting
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And you my love come softly now and ease my troubled mind
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As we huddle by the fireside
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Slowly running out of time
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Born December's children, learned to live without a sky
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That's beneath the tallest buildings, even our childhood was a lie
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Vagrant winter's at the door now and he's moaning
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Come closer love and hold me, we may be the next in line
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As we huddle by the fireside, slowly running out of time
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Vagrant winter's in the moon now and he's stealing
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As long as you stay with me love, as long as you are mine
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I can make it through the worst, in the vagrant winter time
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Vagrant Winter
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| Bob Seger & The Silver Bullet Band |
