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Mercury falling
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... our eyes from my bed
I collect my thoughts together
I have to hold my head
Seems that he's gone
Somehow I am fined by
The hounds of winter
The howling in the wind
I walk through the day
My coat around my ears
I look for my companions
I have to dry my tears
Seems that he's gone
Leaving me too soon
I'm as dark as December
I'm as cold as the man in blue
I still see his face
As beautiful as days
Easy to remember
Remember my love that way
And all I hear is that
Low in the sound
And the hounds of winter
They follow me down
I can make up the fire
The way that he could
I spend all my days
In the search for dry wood
I board all the windows
And close the front door
I can't believe
He won't be here anymore
I still see his face
As beautiful as days
Easy to remember
Remember my love that way
And all I hear is that
Low in the sound
And the hounds of winter
They follow me down
A season for joy
A season for sorrow
Where he's gone
I will surely, surely follow
He's riding my day
And he warmed the coldest night
And the hounds of winter
They got me in their sight
I still see his face
As beautiful as days
Easy to remember
Remember my love that way
And all I hear is that
Low in the sound
And the hounds of winter
They follow me down
And the hounds of winter
And the hounds of winter
And the hounds of winter
And the hounds of winter
