chilly wind

a little gray around the crown

a little hint of slowing down

she puts on some old evening gown

and dances alone

years are hazy and days are slow

the seasons come and reasons go

and while the winds of memory blows

she turns to stone

sayin'

blow on

blow on chilly wind

go ahead and blow

blow on chilly wind

let the chilly wind blow

let the chilly wind blow

let the chilly wind blow

down the halls that whisper names

through the walls and picture frames

it's not just old in here

it's swirling underneath the doors

and all around the cabinet drawers

it's getting pretty cold in here

but i say

blow on

gotta blow on chilly wind

go on and blow

blow on chilly wind

let the chilly wind blow

let the chilly wind blow

and let the chilly wind blow

so blow on

gotta blow on chilly wind

blow on

blow on chilly wind

blow on

blow on chilly wind

blow on. chilly wind

blow on chilly wind