We wandered through the street
So we made up our own world,
Special ones that we could trust,
the rest would get neglect
Life was clear and simple then,
though at times it did whirl
We were buddies to the end,
there was no room for the girls
Ginsberg, Kerouac, Cawoo and red,
Christians, Jews and music,
Saturday night was a party time
The ice was cling to every branch,
the trees were chandeliers
Winter had its firm grass,
we were filled with cheer
Running through the backyards,
the trees they seemed to glow
Streetlights burned defiantly,
We ran up the three -decker
to reach the painter's flat
Matt Jack was painting madly
so we drank some more red wine
Then we danced off to dance
Jack leaned out the window
and he held our beer right down
Then he jumped from that window,
three flights to the ground
Three flights to the ground
Three flights to the ground
Now I don't need to tell you
That we loved each other in the snow
They'll live in my remembrance
and forever that will last
I should cry quietly from time to time
But I refuse to give them up
But I don't need to tell you
that we loved each other in the snow
4.8
