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