The Trapper

© Words and music by Ray Scudero. All rights reserved.

Where do you go in the heart of winter?
Where will you be in the deep snowfall?
Will you be loved by the heart of winter?
Will you forget me or remember me at all?

The wind is cold in the heart of the mountains.
Will you be warm when the night is deep
By firelight in the heart of the mountains,
And dream of me in your winter sleep?

The hills are bare in the heart of winter;
The frost is keen on my windowpane.
And do you care, in the heart of winter,
If you will see my bed again?

Where the eagle flies above the tree line
In a sky so blue it hurts the eyes to see,
With the noonday sun two hands above the skyline,
While my heart cries out to have you here with me.

Now you’re alone in the heart of winter
Outside the cave of the sleeping bear
And I’m alone in the heart of winter
And here I’ll wait till the snow do clear.

If you return from the heart of winter,
And fires burn in the hearth of home,
You’ll take my heart from the heart of winter,
My heart to yours and to yours alone.

But if in the sky no smoke comes from the chimney,
And our bed is made behind an open door,
If you look to southern skies, you might see me
Where the winter stole my heart forever more.

Where do you go in the heart of winter?
Where will you be in the deep snowfall?
Will you be loved by the heart of winter?
Will you forget me or remember me at all?




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