you saddled up to follow your dreams Coffee on your campfire, wind through the barbed wire You huddle close to the flames Though she's far behind you, the night wind
I wonder if everthing's all right Well I'm up on this mountain... Now them calves are bawlin' and I can't get no rest That cold wind's a blowin' and
cowboy put on your old dusty hat Sunup caught you a sleepin' gamblin' busted you flat The whiskey it caught you a drinkin' the rain and the wind caught you cold
I fall I slip Got a heartfelt desire be more like you Trying not to quench your fire by the things that i do I'm on an island by my lonesome stranded
fingertip, f-fingertip) Sometimes I fall, I slip My heartfelt desire be more like You Trying not to quench Your fire with the things I do I'm on an island by my lonesome
rambler, I?ve been called a rogue A lonesome highway traveler, always on the road I've felt the sting of the winter wind, turned my collar to the cold
tear Alone in the forest Yearning for the sunset The last growing flower Like last september In silence heard Only one singing bird The first cold wind
's that knocking? He's coming down glass, he's coming down glass I'm going down that long lonesome road I'm going where cold winds blow I'm going where
is south and east is west Where's the love that I knew best Shifting in this icy wind Howlin' down the Cumberland You're in this valley that I love Cold
s getting cold Well I've been a desperado in West Texas so long I need a change and in ten long years this old place aint seen a drop of rain and that wind
tha rent And in the end it seems I'm headpin for tha pen I try and find my friends, but they're blowing in the wind Last night my buddy lost his whole
on the canyon rim Blows a cold coyote wind Buzzards grinnin' down at him I'm singin' the bunkhouse blues At the broken heart ranch Saturday night sure gets lonesome
it blooms, a fox in the brush, the knot in the wood, the song of the thrush. the wood of the wind, a cliff, a fall, a scratch, a lump, it is nothing at all. it's the wind
ll run to your side When you're lost in the dark, when you're out in the cold When you're looking for something that resembles your soul When the wind
futile storm. Welcome to the Willothewisp my love. Deaths arduous game. Mocking times insanity foreshadowing years of reign. Male: Oh my perfect princess, hard and cold
futile storm. Welcome to the Willothewisp my love. Deaths arduous game. Mocking times insanity foreshadowing years of reign. (Male) Oh my perfect princess, hard and cold
I've been wandering East of Eden Been lost, cold, lonesome as a sparrow in the rain I found myself tumbling to a sinking feeling When someone said I
, grows cold For now you've gone and left me here to travel this lonesome road I'm traveling down this lonesome road, oh, how I hate to go The wind and