Outside in the morning snow
We were tongue-tied as the frost fell low
And the real me couldn't help but know
That inside as they lay their heads
There's a silver shiver running through their beds
And a history coming from below
A pane of window won't protect our childs
From the widow of the north
The wild, running wolves
The reviled, cunning jewels
The beguiled, gunning fools
Fools,
Fools.
Near noon as the sun swaps sides
There was a full moon drawing back the tide
And the great war couldn't just decide
But outside it was lovely and still and light and
Bright and white outside
I could almost hear the trees sigh
The lure of treason and our hearts defiled
The lost season of the South
The wild, running wolves
The reviled, cunning jewels
The beguiled, gunning fools
Fools,
Fools.
The sweet breeze swept the time away
It's gone away
The sweet breeze swept the time away
It's gone away, oh.