Cold to the bone.
The trough of green at Baker Park
was white on that frozen day
In the winter of ’55 or ’56.
Sliding like lightning down the slope.
Wishing like thunder it was summer.
Between the Worlds 'til Kingdom Come
Between the Worlds 'til Kingdom Come
Cold to the bone.
The trough of green at Baker Park
was white on that frozen day
In the winter of ’55 or ’56.
Sliding like lightning down the slope.
Wishing like thunder it was summer.