The winter wind
Is blowing so strong
My hands have got
No gloves
Wish to my sole
That I could have
The boy I‘m dreaming of
Don‘t you remember me, babe
I remember you quite well
Caused me to leave
All of New York town
With a high sheriff on my tail
A high sheriff on my tail, boys,
High sheriff on my trail.
All because I‘ve fallen for
A curly headed dark-eyed boy
Who‘s gonna stroke
Your coal black hair
And your sandy colored skin
Who‘s gonna walk you side by side
And tell you everything is alright
Who‘s gonna look
You straight in the eye
And hold your bad luck hand
Who‘s gonna walk you
Who‘s gonna talk to you
And who‘s gonna be your woman
The winter wind
Is blowing so strong
My hands have got
No gloves
Don‘t you remember me, babe
I remember you quite well.