The winter wind is blowing strongnMy hands have got no glovesnI wish to my soul that I could seenThe boy I’m thinking ofnDon’t you remember me, babenI remember you quite wellnCaused me to leave my happy homenFor the darkness on that trailnDarkness on the trail boysnDarkness on my trailnAll because I’m falling fornA curly-headed blue-eyed bellnnWho’s gonna stroke your thick brown hairnAnd sing to your ruddy skinnWho’s gonna kiss my California lipsnWhen I’m out in the windnWhen I’m out in the wind babenWhen I’m out in the windnWho’s gonna kiss my California lipsnWhen I’m out in the windnnWho’s gonna walk you side by sidenAnd tell you everything is alrightnWho’s gonna sing to you all day longnAnd not just in the nightnWho’s gonna walk you side by sidenWho’s gonna by my mannWho’s gonna look you straight in the eyenAnd hold your bad luck handnHold your bad luck hand babenHold your bad luck handnWho’s gonna hold your hard luck handnWho’s gonna be my mannnThe winter wind is blowing strongnMy hands have got no glovesnI wish to my soul that I could seenThe boy I’m thinking of