Freezing Winds of Change - John Smith

Comes a time

Oh there comes a time

Friends will wander farther from a love of your design

And they were mine

Oh when they were mine

I’d cross the wide ocean for to see that they were fine

Not one of use could hear the whistle blowing

We must have been away out on the range

No-one there to hold you when you’re shivering

You get bitten by the freezing winds of change

Sings a song

Oh she sings a song

One for him who did her right and him who did her wrong

Well I was one

I was one of far too many

Who got a little friendly for a little bit long

Not her nor I could hear the whistle blowing

We must have been some days out on the range

No-one there to hold you when you’re shivering

You get bitten by the freezing winds of change

Who will light a candle when I’ve passed along the way?

Who will moan as I’m blown away

By and by along the winds of change?

Draw a line

You have to draw a line

It’s hard enough to stand up straight beneath the weight of time

Let us be strong

I know my back is bending

But what I am defending is as precious as a song

When at last I hear the whistle blowing

I’ll look for one last time along the range

My tired lungs unto the sky delivering

A final breath upon the winds of change

We are carried on the freezing winds of change