Freezing Winds of Change (Smith John)

Comes a time Oh there comes a time Friends will wander farther from a love of your design And they were mine Oh when they were mine I'd cross the wide ocean for to see that they were fine Not one of use could hear the whistle blowing We must have been away out on the range No-one there to hold you when you're shivering You get bitten by the freezing winds of change Sings a song Oh she sings a song One for him who did her right and him who did her wrong Well I was one I was one of far too many Who got a little friendly for a little bit long Not her nor I could hear the whistle blowing We must have been some days out on the range No-one there to hold you when you're shivering You get bitten by the freezing winds of change Who will light a candle when I've passed along the way? Who will moan as I'm blown away By and by along the winds of change? Draw a line You have to draw a line It's hard enough to stand up straight beneath the weight of time Let us be strong I know my back is bending But what I am defending is as precious as a song When at last I hear the whistle blowing I'll look for one last time along the range My tired lungs unto the sky delivering A final breath upon the winds of change We are carried on the freezing winds of change.