The Wind
Jerry Gladstone, Russ Freeman (Pianist)
The wind is cold, I turn up my collar in vain
The night is still, the wind's only whirling in my brain
You fool, you fool, it whispers with a sigh
Don't you know your love has gone for ever
Why did you ever say goodbye
And so he's gone, a memory has taken his place
These empty arms are holding a ghost in their embrace
I'm all alone, I know it's over now, and yet
The cold wind always will remind me
Of the things I can't forget
I'm all alone, I know it's over now, and yet
The cold wind always will remind me
Of the things I can't forget
The wind is cold
