Winter of ’78

by John W McClure

Genre: Jazz/Blues


Winter of 78
Down Below zero again
Our furnace just ran out of oil
We’ll burn the last stick of wood
Keep the polar bears inside

Stoke the fire. Quickly retire
But don’t leave the dang lights on
Meet me in bed. Pull those covers over our heads
Only a fool sleeps alone when it’s cold
I don’t see a fool in sight

The winter is holding tight
The wind is howling inside
As the last leaf of autumn clings to a tree
You turn and pull those blankets off of me

Honey please, open the door
I guess I coulda been wrong
I don’t want to argue, now, I don’t’ to fight
I just want to sleep warmer tonight
© John W. McClure 1978

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