There’s a cold wind coming down that shakes a man to the ground. There’s a cold wind coming down that makes him think and makes him frown, and makes him hear every sound.
There’s a cold wind coming down that calls his name out from the crowd, yet calls the name of every child, follows him every mile, speaks to him without a smile, takes from him all trace of guile.
There’s a cold wind coming down to relieve him of thoughts of gain, free him from fortune’s pain, and force him from these lonely chains.