Cost of the Cold Songtext
von Joan Shelley

Found you where you broke the fence
Fallow fields resting.
Free your mind ′til there's nothing left
But two arms to lay in.
Morning sun will leave us
And the night may show all our wounding.


See the dogs upon the path -
How they pull to lead us
To the streams they seem to last
But how we think they need us.
But here between these leaves and stones
Here I know I′ll go where you lead me.

Pretty birds fly south each year
Abandon all the feeders
Loyal hands stay patient here
For the lovely brown creatures
Fire warms and fire burns
Now I've learned -
The cost of the cold.