Shiver

The sleepy dreams, they're not enough
When the cold winds come and rebuff.
What I need is loving care,
For a lack of having more hair.

If a cover had ears, I'd probably thank it For being such a nice, cozy, warm blanket.
But a blanket is a blank, unless it's got Someone to use it when the air is not hot.

I'm thankful that, when the days grow cold, I don't have to shiver until I'm old.
There's someone out there, looking out for my life, To warm me up with a blanket and wife.