Sportsman's Paradise

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,