Peter Wolf Crier - Lion lyrics

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<b>Lion</b> by <i>Peter Wolf Crier</i><br />

Winter's come, you say you're leaving

It does not make much sense now that you're gone

But I could risk a sorry

As a fool would not be so hearty

And maybe I could be your lion

One who forsees you walking out

Spring had come, you say you owe me

It does not make much sense to act full grown

And clouds became but parted

A return to where things started

As maybe I could be your lion

One who retreats when called upon again