Stan Rogers - Field Behind The Plow lyrics

Here comes the cold

Break out the winter clothes

And find a love to call your own

You - enter you

Your cheeks a shade of pink

And the rest of you in powder blue

Who knows what will be

But I'll make you this guarantee

No way November will see our goodbye

When it comes to December it's obvious why

No one wants to be alone at Christmas time

In the dark, on the phone

You tell me the names of your brothers

And your favorite colors

I'm learning you

And when it snows again

We'll take a walk outside

And search the sky

Like children do

I'll say to you

No way November will see our goodbye

When it comes to December it's obvious why

No one wants to be alone at Christmas time

And come January we're frozen inside

Making new resolutions a hundred times

February, won't you be my valentine?

And we'll both be safe 'til St. Patrick's Day

We should take a ride tonight around the town

and look around at all the beautiful houses

something in the way that blue lights on a black night

can make you feel more

everybody, it seems to me, just wants to be

just like you and me

No one wants to be alone at Christmas time

Come January we're frozen inside

Making new resolutions a hundred times

February, won't you be my valentine?

And if our always is all that we gave

And we someday take that away

I'll be alright if it was just 'til St. Patrick's Day