From The Cold - Amy Grant

Cold, my breathing like a fog

Summer’s over

No more birds to sing their song

Steps, my dirty tracks left in the snow

Bruised and battered

I’ve gone as far as I can go

I can see you and your candle a light beyond the trees

Hear a voice from in the distance calling out to me

Come on in from the cold

Come on in from the outside

Come on in from the cold

Come on in from the outside

Wind, don’t see her but she’s there

Dead leaves are moving

Her calling cards across the air

I can see you in the window, a shadow through the trees

Hear your voice now from a distance calling out to me

Come on in from the cold

Come on in from the outside

Come on in from the cold

Almost losing the daylight

I’ve been lost and I’ve been broken

I’ve been buried in the snow

I hear your voice and I keep walking

I keep walking don’t know why I walk to you

Got nowhere left to go

Come on in from the cold

Come on in from the outside

Come on in from the cold

Come on in from the outside

Come on in from the cold

Come on in from the outside

Come on in from the cold

Come on in from the outside