Lucinda

Lucinda, I’m so cold can you tell me?
Is it winter in here because there’s
Such a chill that it could kill every man
With a woman’s scorn a woman’s will.

Lucinda, where has all the tinder gone
It burnt all last night but now there is no.

Lucinda, let your stocking fall to the floor
Let me warm the brandy in your soul
Lucinda, let your stockings fall
Let’s put another log on the fire
It must of have been Christmas after all.

Oh, be quiet that dog in the hall
Lucinda, let your stockings fall to the floor
Let this old Saint Nick stocking filler
Eat his mince pie and deliver.

Lucinda, where has all the tinder gone
It burnt all last night but now there is no.

Oh, Lucinda, the night is filled with electric thunder
But I’m sometimes so cold I’m left to wonder
Is it really, winter, because there’s such a chill?
That it could kill with a women’s scorn
Or a woman’s will.

Lucinda, don’t grow weary
It’s not so chilly
Ice winds can warm—this tonic
If you’ve got the tinder
To burn to a cinder; “Lucinda”...