The Three-Day Blow Songtext
von Paul Bond

Walk my way to the top of the hill, through this three-day blow,
I put an apple in my Mackinaw coat, and to the cottage I go
Autumn storm lay my mind to rest, let me sit by your fire
I take delight in the slightest relief from the passing of time

You know it all evens up in the end, where there′s pain there will be something to gain


Oh, I've been aimless for some time now, didn′t know which way I were to blow
Gentlemen, I give you Chesterton and Heinie Zim and Bill,
Let me grow into a better person still

So much depends on a dram, apricots in a pan, remember me as they were

Oh, I've been aimless for a while now, didn't know which way I were to blow
Gentlemen, I give you fishing and Marjorie and Bill,
Let me grow into a better person still
Let me grow into a better person still