Georgia Winter wind blows cold and damp,
Under a frozen Moon that sailing,
High above me in a frozen path,
Lighting so dim my Midnight walk.
I see the Horizon as my goal ,
And scarcely feel my feet below ,
Perhaps, I'm thnking, I'll out run
The aching heart thats deep inside.
Is that the Wind thats following me,
And holding me in it's chilling thrall,
Or me that follows the errant Wind .
So I won't feel so very alone.