In Times of Cold

Album: Tell the Devil I'm Gettin' There as Fast as I Can

In Times of Cold

Written by Ray Wylie Hubbard

Snake Farm Publishing (SESAC)

Administered by BMG/Chrysalis



The dying saints held their faith

With blood stained prayers

The wicked gods gave the poets

Regret and despair


Now some ruffians and even grifters

Can fall in love with no hesitation

Whether with harlots or virgins

Is no guarantee of salvation


When I plead my cause before the court of heaven

Before I likely take my place in hell

The regrets I’ll own forever:

I’ll not see my love again

And in times of cold she’ll be alone as well


My scrapes were not lethal

My crimes mostly purloined schemes

She prayed for my atonement

Some souls can’t be redeemed


A violet leaves its fragrance

When tread on by a heel

So when I come to where all light is gone

Her essence will be with me still