St. Bernard Lyrics

The sun's getting pretty low

And it's getting pretty cold

In this bitter winter

I wish I'd never given you my leather coat

'Cause I can't find my way home

I gave it all up

Just to call it us

To keep you warm but they all warned me that

You would never have enough.

I don't know what it was

And now I'm stranded in a frozen desert

So I hope you still read my letters

I'm freezing to death and there's not much of me left

But I'll still send you what I've got

This brandy and my St. Bernard

Maybe frostbite's not too bad

'Cause when I look at what I have

There's nothing really left for me to

Hold in my own two hands

But I said it was up for grabs

And now I'm stranded in a frozen desert

But I still hope that you'll open my letters.

I'm freezing to death and there's not much of me left

But I'll still send you what I've got

This brandy and my St. Bernard

Ooooh

Oooooooh

I'm freezing to death and there's not much of me left

But at least you won't be cold cause you've got that leather coat

You've got everything you could ever need

And now I'm fading

And now I'm stranded in a frozen desert

But I still hope that you'll get my letters

I'm freezing to death and there's not much of me left

But I'll still send you what I've got

So that brandy and St. Bernard

Will keep you warm even when I'm gone

(So I hope you still read my letters)