Vagrant Winter-Bob Seger & The Last Heard

Vagrant Winter - Bob Seger & The Last Heard Written by：Bob Seger Relentlessly the wind blows without conscience without sound And the howling echoes louder from the lonely hungry hounds Vagrant winter's in the alley and he's waiting And you my love come softly now and ease my troubled mind As we huddle by the fireside Slowly running out of time Born December's children learned to live without a sky That's beneath the tallest buildings even our childhood was a lie Vagrant winter's at the door now and he's moaning Come closer love and hold me We may be the next in line As we huddle by the fireside slowly running out of time Vagrant winter's in the moon Now and he's stealing As long as you stay with me Love as long as you are mine I can make it through the worst in the vagrant winter time