Oh the bitter winds are coming in
And I'm already missing the summer
Stockholm's cold but I've been told
I was born to endure this kind of weather
When it's you I find like a ghost in my mind
I am defeated and I gladly wear the crown
I'll be your Emmylou and I'll be your June
If you'll be my Gram and my Johnny too
No, I'm not asking much of you
Just sing little darling, sing with me
Singing can be healing, and it can be scary. Where and when do you sing?
And I'm already missing the summer
Stockholm's cold but I've been told
I was born to endure this kind of weather
When it's you I find like a ghost in my mind
I am defeated and I gladly wear the crown
I'll be your Emmylou and I'll be your June
If you'll be my Gram and my Johnny too
No, I'm not asking much of you
Just sing little darling, sing with me
Singing can be healing, and it can be scary. Where and when do you sing?
[image description: A heart sits on the ground, arms stretched behind it to recline on its hands, and knees bent in front. The heart is smiling slightly at a single, fragile-appearing flower that grows out of a small mound of dirt. Between the heart and the flower is a bright blue watering can. The grass is green and the sky is a deep, somewhat dark purple. Text reads: "'Now so much I know that things just don't grow if you don't bless them with your patience.' — First Aid Kit"]
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