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Winter Warlock
03:09
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Old Man Winter came to my door
He’s had a taste of icy waste and now he wants more
Old Man Winter’s on his knees blessing my hand
I’m the Winter Warlock and he’s under my command
Old Man Winter called on me again
He knows who’s the master, though he calls me friend
For I’m the hand that feeds him, and if I go away
Old Man Winter gives way to young Queen May
And all you pretty people down there don’t mean a thing
You don’t mean a thing at all
At least that’s what I tell myself. I say it out loud
Just me and my crystal ball
Sorry Old Man Winter, ’fraid I have bad news
Queen May’s made an offer I just can’t refuse
So I’m movin on now, let your heart turn black
Now you must return to dust ’cause I’m not comin back
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Super Sledge
01:31
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(MUSIC & LYRICS BY HOWARD BLAKE)
We’re walking in the air. We’re floating in the moonlit sky
The people far below are sleeping as we fly
We’re holding very tight. I’m riding in the midnight blue
I’m finding I can fly so high above with you
Far across the world, the villages go by like dreams
The rivers and the hills, the forests and the streams
We’re surfing in the air and swimming in the frozen sky
We’re drifting over icy mountains floating by
We’re walking in the air. We’re dancing in the midnight sky
And everyone who sees us greets us as we fly
(MUSIC & LYRICS BY HOWARD BLAKE)
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