COUNTRY

It’s winter in the country
The winds are blowing cold,
I’m sitting in my lonely room
With no one here to hold.

It’s evening in the country
The skies are growing black,
I’m waiting, quietly wondering,
When you’re coming back.

It’s quiet in the country
You’re in my every thought,
How we’ve loved, laughed and played
And even how we’ve fought.

I’m happy in the country
With you I want to be,
To share with you the happiness
That is inside of me.