FROST ON THE DOORSTEPS

FROST ON MY DOORSTEP
Fare the well my native shore never wanting to step foot no more
Don’t ask me why or what for
I am ten feet deep in snow and don’t have anywhere to go pity it is
Best if you walk slow
Talking about depression I won't give to you that impression for
me it is just an elusion
I left behind a scandal oh why did I not marry Randall left him there
Standing at sandals
Portugal wants me my heart says follow through my mind says no
Yet I have nowhere else to go
The frost is now on my front  door steps tomorrow they will hang me
For sure Little did he know
Randal poor Randal is now searching for Sandals please tell him look.
no more, sweet Jesus the grave is cold.