Valentine's verses

I was attempting to use garage band to turn this into an actual song, but I'm not great at making beautiful music come out of a machine just yet. I prefer to tinker with a piano or harmonica, and most of all sing my improvisations. This one has a tune, but it needs some help, so it's not getting posted. Anyhow, I'm going to write the lyrics as they were when I sent it to my love.

It's a cold and snowy day

Whenever I'm away

You keep my body warm

Protect me from all harm

The wind it blows, it bites

It's a dark and lonely night

Whenever I'm not with you

My darlin' how I miss you

How I long to say, "hey babe, I'm on the way"

That time is now approaching

The sun will be encroaching on the clouds

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