The Winter Hours

There ain’t no difference we’re exactly the same
But you chose fortune and fame
There’s a small cove on the outside of town
That I’d like to show you around
Oh, we will never be found
So fill up your cup with whiskey and gin
And let the time swallow you in
Oh, sing till the morning begins
The wind blows low, and the river runs high
Oh, how time flows by
It’s so sad to see it all die
My money’s all gone, but my mind is at ease
My home’s about ready to freeze
Won’t you take me away from here, please
Seven months or more through the cold rain and snow
In the Winter the hours move slow
Oh, in the Winter the hours move slow