On the first day of winter It was warm and still and grey The dim sun reflected Off the sugar factory The east river rolled on silver and blue And everything that day in my heart was you You told me that you loved me Then you sailed across the sea Where the scenary's much different Than what lies in front of me Oil tanks line the river here It smells like springtime in the air But the forcast says cold days are near I couldn't seem to shake the phrase I heard an old friend say "the sweetest face is the doubter Who loves you anyway" I fight myself to kill this fear Repeating words i hope you'll hear But i'm caught between each line my dear