Our Winter Love [Take 2a]
BOB TUBERT, JOHNNY COWELL
Love warm, in winter time, warms,
this heart of mine with dancing fire of
sweet desire..we've found our winter love.
Eyes cold, as fallen tears, grow,
bechilling fears, of loneliness,
how could I guess..we've found our winter love.
Now armed, the world is warm, warm,
through cold and storm, we've found a fire,
of sweet desire..we've found our winter love.
We've found our winter love,
We've found our winter love.
