Forty Winters - Rodney Crowell

Forty winters, cold and dark

Surround you like a beauty mark

A tilt on the axises

That time of year

And the flesh of your cheekbones

Says no damage here

The first time I saw you

There was ice on the ground

And the girl in the greenhouse said

Paradise found

Forty winters, forty winters

Forty winters straight in line

Were you not my valentine?

Orange blossoms and sandal woods

Oaken moss and musk

Will fragrance your senses

From daylight till dusk

You made the simple life

Fit for a king

An oaten meal by candle light

A beautiful thing

Forty winters, forty winters

Forty winters, forty winters

Why can’t I break the spell

Shake you and make you well?

What is it blinding me

That keeps you from finding me?

I know you’re in there

You haven’t gone somewhere

That God only knows about

Leaving me frozen out

Darling, I promise you this

I won’t let you drown in the mist

Forty winters, dark and drear

Could not age you one short year

It’s like I’m trapped beneath the bell jar

As big as the earth

And I’m running to reach you

For all that I’m worth

I’ll bathe you and feed you

And I’ll tend to your grace

But don’t make me leave you

In such a dark place

I’m drunk on the bitterness

That sorrow demands

And I know that tomorrow

Is out of my hands

Until we’re together

I’ll sleep in the snow

And I’ll love you forever

'Cause that all I know

Forty winters, forty winters

Forty winters, forty winters

Forty winters, forty winters