In The Wings (MacLean Tara)

There's a frost in the air Summer doesn't want to play They've taken down the fair And the leaves have all blown away Away Away They say everything must die For a new life to begin In the seasons of our love I feel the winter setting in Through this bitter, bitter cold I always thought that I'd have you to hold me Hold me through the storm And keep me warm Through this bitter, bitter cold The sun has kissed your face Your tears in my hair You say it's time to go, my friend You feel it in the air Like the moon upon the water Gives diamonds to the sea I pray that when the snow is gone You'll return to me Through this bitter, bitter cold I always thought that I'd have you to hold me Hold me through the storm And keep me warm Through this bitter, bitter cold If there is such a thing As winter in the spring Then I'll make angels And I'll see you in the wings Of this bitter, bitter cold I always thought that I'd have you to hold me Hold me through the storm And keep me warm Through this bitter, bitter cold Oh this bitter, bitter cold