Listen to the winter wind
Hear the cold on nature's breath
Get inside before the moon
Or you will surely catch your death
There's nothing for protection
When winter wind comes through
It's nature against your will to live
You'll lose, that much is true
The desert is a harsh place
With heat that matches hell
But the cold you feel in winter
Will do you in, so fast as well
It's a land of extreme harshness
A place where you can surely die
It's a place so full of beauty
It's enough to make you cry
In summer you are melting
In winter frozen hard
You may ask why I stay here
The answer's easy pard'
I live here for adventure
I'm a cowboy through and through
I share my life with Mother Nature
I guess, it's just the thing I do
I'm gonna die here in the desert
But, not because of winter wind
I'll die here for one reason
So I can come back again
The desert, she recycles
Takes what's here back home
I'll die out here in the desert
But, until that time....I'll roam
Jun 20, 2015
Jun 20, 2015 at 8:42 PM UTC
Listen to the winter wind
Hear the cold on nature's breath
Get inside before the moon
Or you will surely catch your death
There's nothing for protection
When winter wind comes through
It's nature against your will to live
You'll lose, that much is true
The desert is a harsh place
With heat that matches hell
But the cold you feel in winter
Will do you in, so fast as well
It's a land of extreme harshness
A place where you can surely die
It's a place so full of beauty
It's enough to make you cry
In summer you are melting
In winter frozen hard
You may ask why I stay here
The answer's easy pard'
I live here for adventure
I'm a cowboy through and through
I share my life with Mother Nature
I guess, it's just the thing I do
I'm gonna die here in the desert
But, not because of winter wind
I'll die here for one reason
So I can come back again
The desert, she recycles
Takes what's here back home
I'll die out here in the desert
But, until that time....I'll roam
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