Letras:
Murray Anne

People smile and tell me I'm the lucky one And we've just begun, I think I'm gonna have a son He will be like you and me as free as a dove Conceived in

I cried a tear You wiped it dry I was confused You cleared my mind I sold my soul You bought it back for me And held me up And gave me dignity Somehow

Beneath its snowy mantle cold and clean The unborn grass lies waiting for its coat to turn to green The snowbird sings the song he always sings And speaks

There's no need to lie Without me half trying, I could love you It shows in your eyes That you feel the same way I do But wherever I go, my conscience

(words & music by John Davenport - Eddie Coole) Never know how much I love you Never know how much I care When you put your arms around me I get a fever

There's a wren in a willow wood Flies so high and sings so good And he brings to you What he sings to you Like my brother, the wren and I Well, he told

Christmas is coming, I can tell by the smiles I remember the snowflakes that fell from the sky And covered the village that lay sleeping below Thank goodness

All the world is a room And the room is painted blue You look at me, I look at you And we need our song to pull us through But the melody is changin'

It might be you, it might be me It might be only one to agree But I could swear It's getting colder in this room We just don't seem to care to touch