It is the cold of before
Wolf knocking at the door
In a sweet dream I come again
Last of the old core
Wind and rain play the death note in pain
As the shadows fall
Count the truth dirt the floor
And I know love has come and gone
For it is true in the amber and the hue
Only canvass is truth
Fear me not death
Or the shadows at rest
In God we trust
As the shade finds its way
Eyes close as the pipes play
.."As I was walking the streets of ...
I spied a young cowboy all dressed in white linen"