Crazy is as crazy does, the will to live is stronger
Pour out the tea, pour up the rum, the nights are getting longer
Early darkness crowds around, the hour’s barely five
And we throw stones to prove for once that we’re all still alive.
I was made of sterner stuff when once I lived a southern life
But these winter days, cold north wind haze, cut me like a jagged knife.
Build up the fire for pity’s sake, and turn on all the lights
My sanity is near an end and I’m all out of fight.