Is it cold on your hands?
Does the mean wind chill them?
Do your fingers crave warmth?
There's a wind in these lands,
And it tears out your hum,
Bringing only its ice.
How warm are you inside
Your lovely furry coat?
Do you know your hands freeze?
You know you only hide
Your body from the chill.
The wind will chill your hands.
So while we walk this way,
Let's not be two apart.
Let my hand keep yours warm,
And yours treat mine the same.
Less warmth will leave your heart
To a hand another warms.
One of us will go on,
The other fall behind,
Or difference will lead
One to turn and be gone.
Yet first the road will wind
A way through this chill wind.
Why walk alone these miles,
When warmth walks alongside?
Why hide yourself in ice,
When someone offers smiles?
Oh, take a hand this time,
And let it warm your heart.
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