Andrew Lloyd Webber, The Everly Brothers - Cold (From "Whistle Down The Wind")

The flowers have all died, the skies are going grey I begged my baby not to leave, I couldn't make her stay The heat has disappeared, the eternal flame is low The forecast ain't so good, I'm all messed up no place to go It's cold, like a frozen teardrop There's a chill in the air, and there's ice in my vein and it won't stop It's cold, like an endless winter The moon's on the run and even the sun is cold I gotta see my girl, I gotta see her eyes The barometer is falling, only she can make it rise There's nothing on the trees, there's nothing for me here I gotta find salvation and some thermal underwear It's cold and it's getting colder They're evacuating Satan who's waiting for hell to freeze over It's cold, like an endless winter The stars are all gone and even the sun is cold The moon's on the run and even the sun is cold I gotta see my girl, I gotta see her eyes (Girl - gotta see my girl, gotta see her eyes) The barometer is falling, only she can make it rise (Falling - she can make it rise) There's nothing on the trees, there's nothing for me here (Nothing on the trees, nothing for me here) I gotta find salvation and some thermal underwear (And some thermal underwear) It's cold and it's getting colder They're vaccinatin' Satan who's shaking all over pneumonia It's cold, like an endless winter The moon's on the run and even the sun is cold The stars are all gone and even the sun is cold The world is too old and even the sun is cold