Winter, he's on our front porch
Laying down a sheet of snow
Me, I'm in our big brass bed laying in all my sorrow
'Cause I am a blue woman, and you are my blue man
Winter, he's got me dreamin' of my first home, the burning southwest
So I lay here through the quiet morning counting on dreams I can't quite grab
When counting dreams is all I have
'Cause I am a blue woman, and you are my blue man