Young Love

[Verse 1]

On cold November days, don't like to stray too far

Or even leave my bed or put down my guitar

Or leave my master bedroom with its view

Overlooking the mountains

[Verse 2]

On dark December days, I think of all my friends

From Washington to Maine, New York to Sweden

And how we've all grown closer with years

Or how we've grown apart

[Chorus]

Icicles fall from my roof

Burning stove, piles of firewood

Will we meet again in Cold Brook Park?

In Cold Brook Park

[Verse 3]

On January days, I walk into the town

Once or twice a day, some peace out here I've found

My clothes are wet with rain and mountain mist

Oh how I love the quiet

[Verse 4]

When February rains, I've gone another year

Chasing perfect poems and trying them in your ear

But I'm losing the will to chase them anymore

Across those lonesome oceans

[Chorus]

Running deer stops at a fence

Sniffing at the flowering iris

Will we meet again in Cold Brook Park?

Cold Brook Park

[Verse 5]

Ghosts inhabit my mountain home

They don't frighten me, I sleep here alone

I shut out my friends, shut off the phone

And late in the night, I hear the echoes of young love

[Verse 6]

I walk downtown, saw her again

There on the corner, laughing with friends

The cool mountain air pinched her pink skin

And I walked on, aching with memories of young love

[Verse 7]

Youth walk by hand in hand

And there on the porch sits an old man

His back is tight, his splintered hands

And plain in his eyes, he envies the beauty of young love