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The fire's in the stove and the cider fills our mugs
And the friends all stand in the warm and glow On the pine and braided rug
But I slip out to the cold night air The bright stars to behold
From the days I was young till the time that I'm old I'll be out in the cold
They stare at the great wide screen And the sound is turned up loud
And the ads sell beer and razor blades To the cheering football crowd
But I slip out to the cold night air Where naught is bought or sold
From the days I was young till the time that I'm old I'll be out in the cold
Just the creek in a murmur Just the wind in my eyes
Just the dark to blanket me Just the moon on the rise
And I slip out to the cold night air Replenishing my soul
From the days I was young till the time that I'm old I'll be out in the cold
I slip out to the cold night air As stars step round the pole
From the days I was young till the time that I'm old I'll be out in the cold
