From the recording Something You Already Know
Wrote this in a few minutes on a chilly night after spending time on the hill in the back yard.
Lyrics
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 screenÂ
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