Woorden: Edith Frost. Other. Secrets.

Why?d I give my love away
Why?d I call out the unspoken
Why?d I change what seemed alright
To bring my love out in the open
When I socked it away for years
I guess I?d made a barricade
And hung my key by the door
So that?s what secrets are for

There?s a storm coming down in the morning
With a freezing rain to add to our worries
And I won?t speak of these things anymore
I?ll just bury them down in drifts of snow
Where spring may come to see them grow

There?s a storm coming down from Virginia
And a woman?s heart that yearns for the sun
And I won?t speak of these things anymore
I?ll just bury them down under drifts of snow
Where spring may come to see them grow