Cold Fingers

Most people don't like the winter

But I like the snow and cold fingers

Out on the street until dusk

Me and my guitar we're gonna busk

Snow starts to fall on my guitar

People are a passing in a car

My breath is a blowing like smoke

And the last leaves are falling off that oak

Oh there's icicles hanging off my beard

And oh my wife she would tell you that I'm weird

But I like running in the snow with barely any clothes

I love the winter and I bet it shows

Most people love to stay indoors

When the cold hits it empties out the stores

Don't get me wrong I love some tea or a nice warm cup of coffee

But I'll be out in the cold until I freeze

Oh there's icicles hanging off my beard

And oh my wife she would tell you that I'm weird (and I am, yes)

But I like running in the snow with barely any clothes

I love the winter and I bet it shows

So as the winter days are coming to an end

I'll miss you my fierce, frosty, friend

And in the summer I'll use ice, in my tea it will suffice

But I can't wait till I see you again

Oh there's icicles hanging off my beard

And oh my wife she would tell you that I'm weird (and I am)

But I like running in the snow with barely any clothes

I love the winter and I bet it shows

I love the winter and I bet it shows