burns' supper

linda ronstadt

oh you speak the words

locked in my breast

but it's late for me

let an old man rest

one more black and tan on the barricade

to keep me safe from loving

well i close my eyes

close my eyes

to the cold flame of the northern lights

well i close my eyes

close my eyes

and i see you still in the shuttered night

what a newfound friend is honesty

to see ourselves as others see

to see the shy boy inside the man

is that all i am

just starved of loving?

well i close my eyes

close my eyes

to the cold flame of the northern lights

well i close my eyes

close my eyes

and i see you still in the shuttered night