[ Featuring the Moaners ]
For all the howlin'
Of the coyote wind
That slips through the walls
And jumps for our bones
Shivers up and down our skin
But it sure is warm
Here inside the storm
Under these old blankets
And a glow in the stove
And it sure is warm
How our fire burns
A December that could freeze
Every memory of summer
Snow dusted hillsides shine
In our frosty windows
Oh your icy little toes
But it sure is warm
Pressed together as one
