You were the lighthouse in the hazy, black, starless, night;
Leader of my heart in the march of my life.
Not too hot, too cold, your smile’s just right;
Oh, come warm up this bed, there’s frost on the pines.

Ohhh, Ohhh, Ohhh, I used to long for you, waited so long for you.
Ohhh, Ohhh, Ohhh, now you’re right here… you’re right here.

Ages to ages, mountains of sand,
Time after time, I’ll be holding your hand.
Oceans are rising, there holes in the sky,
Again and again, I’ll make home in your eyes.

This winter hit hard, damn near froze us alive;
Come warm up this bed, there’s frost on the pines.

Hot coffee in the morning, driveway’s snowed-in;
Pillow lines across your freckles connect the dots on your skin.
This world could end tomorrow, today you’re all mine;
I’d rather play with your hair than shovel out that damn drive.

Ohhh, Ohhh, Ohhh, I used to long for you, waited so long for you.
Ohhh, Ohhh, Ohhh, now you’re right here… you’re right here.

Ages to ages, mountains of sand,
Time after time, I’ll be holding your hand.
Oceans are rising, there holes in the sky,
Again and again, I’ll make home in your eyes.

This winter hit hard, damn near froze us alive;
So, come warm up this bed, there’s frost on the pines. 

Ohhh, Ohhh, Ohhh, I used to long for you, waited so long for you.

Ages to ages, mountains of sand,
Time after time, I’ll be holding your hand.
Oceans are rising, there holes in the sky,
Again and again, I’ll make home in your eyes.

This winter hit hard, damn near froze us alive;
So, come warm up this bed, there’s frost on the pines.

Sunday Sessions - Frost On The Pines (Joe Jordan Cover)

Jason Israel Sax