WIND, THE
(Russ Freeman / Jerry Gladstone)

as recorded by June Christy
with orchestra conducted by Pete Rugolo
1956


The wind is cold, I turn up my collar in vain,
The night is still, the wind's only whirling in my brain.
"You fool, you fool!", it wispers with a sigh,
"Don't you know your love has gone for ever,
Why did you ever say goodbye?".

And so he's gone, a memory has taken his place,
These empty arms are holding a ghost in their embrace.
I'm all alone, I know it's over now, and yet
The cold wind always will remind me
Of the things I can't forget!

I'm all alone, I know it's over now, and yet
The cold wind always will remind me
Of the things I can't forget!
The wind is cold!



(Transcribed by Peter Akers - August 2014)