A little gray around the crownA little hint of slowing down She
puts on some old evening gownAnd dances aloneYears are hazy and
days are slowThe seasons come and the reasons goAnd while the
wind and memory blowsShe turns to stoneSayin'Blow on, blow
on chilly windGo ahead and blowBlow on chilly windJust let the
chilly wind blowYeah let the chilly wind blowDown the halls that
whisper namesThrough the walls and the picture framesIt's
not just old in hereIt's swirling underneath the doorAnd all
around the cabinet drawersIt's getting pretty cold in
hereBut I sayBlow on, blow on chilly windGo ahead and blowBlow on
chilly windJust let the chilly wind blowLet the chilly wind
blowAnd the chilly wind will blowI took a walk down by Shaker
SquareA Christmas tree was standing thereThat same old chill was
in the airAnd I buttoned up my overcoatI thought of things that
change and things that don'tHow they say some folks will and
some folks won'tBut I sayBlow on, blow on chilly windGo
ahead and blowBlow on chilly windJust let the chilly wind blowLet
the chilly wind blowAnd the chilly wind will blowSaid you must
blow on, MamaBlow on chilly windYou must blow on