Young Men in Winter

It may seem to make no sense whatever,
And I try to explain it again,
Why I take only young men in winter
And save up the spring for old men,
And, though it's my choice, I admit it,
I question my choice now and then.

Young men in winter,
Old men in spring,
Young men in winter,
Old men in spring.

For in winter I need conversation
And young men, they don't know a thing.
In spring I want music and passion
And old men get tired and can't sing.
But I follow my first inclination
And welcome the old men in spring.

Young men in winter,
Old men in spring,
Young men in winter,
Old men in spring.

For young men are sweeter and stronger
And warmer in winter's cold sting,
And old men have charm and take longer
And are grateful to get one last fling.
And it is right, one more winter over,
To be kind to the old men in spring.

Young men in winter,
Old men in spring,
Young men in winter,
Old men in spring.

Young men in winter,
Old men in spring,
Young men in winter,
Old men in spring.



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Writer(s): Patrick Joseph O Sullivan, Gene Dunford
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