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 Winter Copyright 2002 by Adam Selzer. All rights reserved, ASCAP
Mr Emery sings a bit on certain holidays But he never really talks much anymore He just sits there in the corner with his cider in his hand While his wife says "well, he had a hard war." He made it back from Europe with half of a tattoo And a limp that never really went away Took his GI deferment and he spent it all on her And now all that she ever hears him say Are tidings of comfort and joy Oh tidings of comfort and joy April is a joker and September is a trap October is like busting out of jail She changed her name to Winter and she curled up her hair And drove out to the last mile of the trail And she smiled at all the strangers with a shiney crooked grin And hung around when everything had closed She went dancing on the sidewalks with the people who were left And whispered to them when they held her close Oh tidings of comfort and joy Oh tidings of comfort and joy One day I'll be an old man, and I'll wear a coat like that And a scarf about like that one, only brown I'll grow my hair as wild as I can make it grow When I go out walking through the town I'll mutter curses on the steep hills, and when I make the top I'll shake my cane and laugh up at the sky I'll pretend that I spoke Russian when I was a little boy And think of winter with a twinkle in my eye Oh tidings of comfort and joy Oh tidings of comfort and joy October 2002
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