Christmas Song

The cold wind, it come up
And blew my hat off
I could not catch up
I guess I'm just a sad dove

And oh-oh, I'm starting to find
That I was not made for these times

So it made its way westward
Fell in some river
I saw me a horse there
He looked familiar

When he started running
Like a straightaway demon
I used to run like that
You should have seen me

And oh-oh, I'm starting to find
That I was not made for these times

The girl's drowning in water
So I pulled her to shore
I breathed her breath back
She sayin', "I seen you before"

I said, "You might've seen me
Chasing my hat
If and you see it
You can have it"

And oh-oh, I'm starting to find
That I was not made for these times
Oh-oh, I'm starting to find
That I was not made for these times