Andrew Calhoun - Cruel Winter

Cruel Winter

Cruel winter, get your boot off of me,
Cruel winter, get your boot off of me.
I'm ready to see green spring in the tree,
Cruel winter, get your boot off of me.

Cold winter, lift your snow white skirt,
Cold winter, lift your snow white skirt.
There's a sweet bud teasin' up through blood brown dirt,
Cold winter, lift your snow white skirt.

Old winter, turn your icy stare,
Old winter, turn your icy stare.
Let your tears go rolling through the meadows bare,
Old winter, turn your icy stare.

Wan winter with your mournful tune,
Wan winter with your mournful tune.
Go and whistle a spell on the far side of the moon,
Wan winter with your mournful tune.