SPORTSMAN’S PARADISE
The wind blows strange the cold I see
Flying rocks pound the levee
The wind blows strange the fear I see
Within my heart the cold is me
In a Pelican’s land the vultures roost
Patience, Patience the feast will boost
And soon alas there I’ll be
For within my heart the cold is me
Rain is gone and wind has left
Sun burns the skin of all bereft
Of hope and joy from lake and sea
And still within the cold is me
Wind and rain were pain to all
Now oil clings in little balls
And cold is all that’s left of me
The cold is all that’s left of me
Till we meet again,