Baby, Let Your Hair Hang Down

Xmas time in New York City On such a cold a bitter day. Steam clouds burst out from the subway then just as quickly torn away.

We flagged a Yellow Taxi In a bid to beat the cold. Cuddling in the back seat as we made our way back home where we could be alone…

The New Found us both in Memphis the skies were cold and steely grey. A feeling so portentous… Then it snowed all night and day.

We heard that low down mournful moaning of a lost and distant train. That soulful whistle calling you better get on your way but we were there to stay.

And babe you let your hair hang down falling softly over me. When you let your hair hang down love comes oh, so easily.

And babe you let your hair hang down falling softly over me. When you let your hair hang down, love comes oh so easily Baby you let your hair hang down, falling softly over me.