Winter, and the candle's short; come near to me.
The moon through the window on the knob of my door; come near to me
And talk of feathering waters that send a man to sea;
Talk of that sea bringing you to me.
Said goodbye to my summer rain; come near to me.
I doubt that she'll ever be back again; come near to me
And talk of your living hunger for a starving man;
Talk of loopholes, shit I'd understand.
But oh my goodness gracious,
I'm trying to strike this deal.
I'm trying to tell you exactly what I feel.
I'm trying to tell you sweetly
Through your stubborn winter will
To come near to me; come nearer to me still.
I will hunt, but do not make me; come near to me.
You, that Indian pilgrim, I, that Confederate Yankee; come near to me.
Let's split ourselves and trade it, and talk of what we made,
Of what we burned and took and carried and planted and saved.
But oh my goodness gracious,
I'm trying to strike this deal.
I'm trying to tell you exactly how I feel.
I'm trying to tell you sweetly
Through your stubborn winter will
To come near to me; come nearer to me still.
I drove tonight through that snow so blinding; come near to me.
I drove through the dark from the dark behind me; come near to me.
You say, "But Paul, if I keep my distance, you will get your song."
Honey, I disagree; come near to me and prove I'm wrong.
But oh my goodness gracious,
I'm trying to strike this deal.
I'm trying to tell you exactly how I feel.
I'm trying to tell you sweetly
Through your stubborn winter will
To come near to me; come nearer to me still.