Softly a cold wind paints my face Into your arms Sell my sorry soul Can't keep my senses from your taste Sun on the farm And I'm not growing old Been enraptured and tied Turn your ghosts into mine All the years, all the years I'm alive Naked, the night falls in your eyes Slowly I burn Like the autumn leaves Brittle as ash but when I rise Love I will learn Like the elder trees Been enraptured and tied Turn your ghosts into mine All the years, all the years I'm alive Been enraptured and tied Turn your ghosts into mine All the years, all the years I'm alive Softly a cold wind paints my face Into your arms Sell my sorry soul