Colin Wine's Mailbox

It's good to see you back father

I wrote a song for you and wondered

In 1922 the ringing ringing ringing

In the forest at night

Oh Colin Wine I know stories you never know

When the yellow trees blossom they have brittle branches

Can you take the train, the train through the bridge

I will be here waiting

I wish you will be

I can't believe it has been 50 years since I met you

When you turn on the light and wake me up like you used to

It's a dark but shining place you're here in the little apartment

Bring me miles away

Silent silent highway

Silence is here all the time when I flow

What can you be

Where can you be

Did you see the streets, thousands of streets

Santa's phone is about to ring

For me into my dream

Silent silent highway

Silence is here all the time when I flow

Where can you be, where can you be

Did you see the streets (oh Colin Wine)

I know stories you never know

Santa's phone is about to ring

For me into my dream

It's good to see you back father