Cold Wind Lullaby

Carla & Paul

Maybe someday the sun will rise,
And paint new colors in her eyes,
Maybe I’ll wake and find my breath,
No longer sleepin’ next to death.

The wind blew in from the holler last night,
Carried the sound of a baby’s cry,
But the crib lays empty, the candle’s dim,
And the moon won’t meet my eye.