Some love through nice voices

Oh the bitter winds are coming in

And i'm already missing the summer

Star comes cold but i've been told

i was born tu endure this kind of weather

And it's you i find like a ghost in my mind

i am defeated and i gladly wear the crown

I'll be your Emmylou and i'll be your June

if you'll be my Gram and my Johnny too

No, i'm not asking much of you

Just sing little darling, sing with me

Now so much i know that things just don't grow

if you don't bless them with your patience

and i've been here before i held up the door

for every stranger with a promise

But i'm holding back, that's the strength that i lack

every morn' keeps returning at my window

And it brings me to you and i wont't just pass through

but i'm not asking for a storm