The winds begun to blow
. . . As the sun sinks a little lower
. . . Out on the horizon tonight
Suddenly the clouds appear
. . . And your soft voice I no longer hear
. . . Calling to me, 'Baby come and
hold me tight!'
For some cold reason the moon won't
shine
. . . And the stars seem further away
up in the sky
I'm beginning to feel a little afraid inside
. . . without your love there's no place
hide
. . . and all my fears go running into
the night
©steve-
S