The Cold Wind - Greta Van Fleet

Oh, sweet mama, lay me down in my grave

Leave me, baby, I’m too far gone to save

The snow is comin', all the village folk know

This wicked shiver chills me down to my soul

Only time will tell

Take the ox to town and you can sell

Leave me in my bed today

The Yankee peddler bargains with you on his way

Woe sweet mama’s gotten herself a new dray

Keep the children snug as the wagon rolls on

When the cold wind blows most of them will be gone

Only time can tell

Take the ox to town and I’ll get well

Leave me in my bed today

Only time will tell

You take the ox to town and you can sell

Leave me in my bed today