The cold has a voice
It talks to me
Stillborn, by choice
It airs no need
To hold

Old man feels the cold...
Oh baby don't
'cause I've been told;
Stay on these roads
We shall meet, I know
Stay on...my love
We shall meet, I know
I know

Where joy should reigh
these skies restrain
'Shadow your love...'
The voice trails off again

Old man feels the cold
Oh baby don't
'cause I've been told
Stay on these roads
We shall meet, I know
Stay on...my love
You feel so week, be strong
Stay on, stay on
We shall meet I know
I know