G.B.

G.B. Say you won’t come out Day is out my window You’re there pushing your hay around That ring is on your finger Must be there’s no way out You would have walked Now I feel the pigpen’s full and I’m rolling in circles Must be my way I got back into town My trees were three stories higher And I want to get through into you Right through my window So I walked to the way I was sitting ten rows back I turn around, brown eyes I’m looking at It’s you, I close my eyes and I see you in 2 am light Must be my way Now we’re in the snow All the banks are getting higher The mountaintops aglow around you The bears asleep in the briar I turn you around on my arm We’re skating past the snowy weeds in the ground and I see the pigpen’s full now and I’m rolling in circles again, must be my way