On cold November days, don't like to stray too far
Or even leave my bed or put down my guitar
Or leave my master bedroom with it's view
Overlooking the mountains
On dark December days, I think of all my friends
From Washington to Maine, New York to Sweden
And how we've all grown closer with years
Or how we've grown apart
Icicles fall from my roof
Burning stove, piles of firewood
Will we meet again in Cold Brook Park?
In Cold Brook Park
On January days, I walk into the town
Once or twice a day, some peace out here I've found
My clothes are wet with rain and mountain mist
Oh how I love the quiet
When February rains I've gone another year
Chasing perfect poems and trying them in your ear
But I'm losing the will to chase them anymore
Across those lonesome oceans
Running deer stops at a fence
Sniffing at the flowering iris
Will we meet again in Cold Brook Park?
Cold Brook Park
Or even leave my bed or put down my guitar
Or leave my master bedroom with it's view
Overlooking the mountains
On dark December days, I think of all my friends
From Washington to Maine, New York to Sweden
And how we've all grown closer with years
Or how we've grown apart
Icicles fall from my roof
Burning stove, piles of firewood
Will we meet again in Cold Brook Park?
In Cold Brook Park
On January days, I walk into the town
Once or twice a day, some peace out here I've found
My clothes are wet with rain and mountain mist
Oh how I love the quiet
When February rains I've gone another year
Chasing perfect poems and trying them in your ear
But I'm losing the will to chase them anymore
Across those lonesome oceans
Running deer stops at a fence
Sniffing at the flowering iris
Will we meet again in Cold Brook Park?
Cold Brook Park
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