Just sing little darling, sing with me I'll be your Emmylou and I'll be your June If you'll be my Gram and my Johnny too No, I'm not asking much of you Oh the bitter winds are coming in And I'm already missing the summer Stockholm's cold but I've been

I know I'm asking to much And you'll never be mine again I'm not gonna find You outside of my door What have you done I hate that you let it end And now that your gone And I can't pretend And not coming back again