So, it's all over I've gotta tell you I must go I was born a child of winter I was born to walk alone Let the cold wind blow through my bones The angel of death by my side Let the good lord turn to stone I won't abide, oh no So, it is over We must reap what we've sown I just can't stay here any longer I was born a rolling stone Let the cold wind blow through my bones The angel of death by my side Let the good lord turn to stone I won't abide, oh no Let me go now Let me leave in grace Let the cold winds blow straight in my face Let the frost bite, pale angels be petrified But let it be known, I won't abide Let the cold wind blow through my bones The angel of death by my side Let the good lord turn to stone I won't abide, oh no No, I won't