Bell & Hall

In old Yorktown, you were mine, and I am yours for a while

The north wind blows, and we catch fire, until we burn up all our clothes

You dance all day, I talk all night, and you slowly close your eyes

You call my name, with a smile, I find my tongue is tied

Are you holding on to me, hoping we won't break free

I'm holding on to you, I'm holding loose

You walk the streets, I climb the walls, at the gates of Bell and Hall

The north wind blows, the cold draws close, I'll take your arm and take you home

Are you holding on to me, hoping we won't break free