The Widower Lyrics

I'll mind my mouth,
in a brand new town.
In the time of the year
when the things you hear,
won't lay down or disappear.
Damn the winter,
it's following me.
I'm waiting for softer times
and greener leaves.

Stay awhile with me.
Warm a body that aches
here in these sheets alone.

I will not find another of your kind,
I hold this true.
I will not be a husband
that's set free,
I said I do.

Stay awhile with me.
Warm a body that aches
here in these sheets alone.

Hold a hand with no ring.
It's naked and cold,
in a state too shocked to be old.

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