Someone's Arms

Snow blankets the city in a cover of white

I wish someone's arms were holding me as tight

But the devil wind blows harder on me, cold and bare

And someone's arms won't be reaching for there's nobody there.

I guess there are some who love long and true

Who never go wanting for loving to do

But others try always in vain just to find

Someone's arms to hold them and ease their mind

Love is a raven, feathers dark and long

She perches by moonlight and is gone before dawn

The lover is a babe in the woods full of harm

To be laid down or gathered by someone's arms