Girl's Song In Winter - Vashti Bunyan

There was a man when I was young

He lived a year with me But the year was up and that song was sung

And his wish was to be free

His wish was to be free

I was in love when I was young

And I’ve not been free again

That’s a promised fruit when you’ve first begun

That ripens into pain

I had a child when I was young

The last gift that man gave

I wish that he could hold his son

And the snow in the air lie on my grave

The snow lie on my grave