Snow blankets the city in a cover of white I wish someone's arms were holding me as tight But the devil wind blows harder on me, cold and bare And someone's arms won't be reaching for there's nobody there. I guess there are some who love long and true Who never go wanting for loving to do But others try always in vain just to find Someone's arms to hold them and ease their mind Love is a raven, feathers dark and long She perches by moonlight and is gone before dawn The lover is a babe in the woods full of harm To be laid down or gathered by someone's arms