Father Winter

Kayotis are screaming up on the ridge
Another year over and under the bridge
And I'm out here somewhere, guess I've got E friends

And now Father Winter is here, and he's
leaning on E me

I don't want your money, don't your power
Don't want your love, ain't got time for it now
Sure don't want pity, unless it comes free
Cos now Father Winter is here, and he's leaning on me

Well she steps on beggars for luck, yes she do ?
She'll find a victim to night, oh yes this I can tell you
Angels on Father Winter come break the spell

Love is a lesson, love is a curse
Depends on the lover as to which one is worse
and I run on through the season of her sweet ? oh yes I do
and now Father Winter is here, and he's leaning on me

ALeaning on me
ALeaning on me
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