Out of the Cold
Take me out, out of the cold.
Warm my soul, before I grow old.
Fill my coffee from your hot cup.
With your kisses, warm me up.
Stave off the blue norther into the night.
With the radiance of your love's light.
Sew me warm clothing, against the chill.
Protect me so I won't fall ill.
Shelter me in your arms 'til the day,
The warm winds of summer blow the northers away.
Copyright 1997 © Ronald W. Hull