The winter wind
Is blowing so strong
My hands have got

No gloves

Wish to my sole

That I could have
The boy I'm dreaming of


Don't you remember me, babe
I remember you quite well
Caused me to leave

All of New York town
With a high sheriff on my tail


A high sheriff on my tail, boys,
High sheriff on my trail.


All because I've fallen for
A curly headed dark-eyed boy


Who's gonna stroke
Your coal black hair
And your sandy colored skin?

Who's gonna walk you side by side
And tell you everything is alright?


Who's gonna look
You straight in the eye
And hold your bad luck hand?


Who's gonna walk you?
Who's gonna talk to you

And who's gonna be your woman?

The winter wind

Is blowing so strong
My hands have got
No gloves


Don't you remember me, babe?
I remember you quite well