Oh the bitter winds are coming in,
And Im already missing the summer
Stockholms cold but Ive been told
I was born to endure this kind of weather.
When its you I find like a ghost in my mind,
I'm defeated and I gladly wear the crown
I'll be your Emmylou and I'll be your June
And you'll be my Graham and my Johnny too
No, I'm not asking much of you
Just sing little darling, sing with me
So much I know, that things just dont grow
If you dont bless them with your patience
And Ive been there before, I held up the door
For every stranger with a promise
But I'm holding back,
That's the strength that I lack,
Every morning keeps returning at my window
And it brings me to you,
And I won't just pass through,
But Im not asking for a storm
I'll be your Emmylou and I'll be your June
And you'll be my Graham and my Johnny too
No, I'm not asking much of you
Just sing little darling, sing with me
(Ponte)
And yes, I might have lied to you,
You wouldnt benefit from knowing the truth
I was frightened but I held back,
I need you now at long last
I'll be your Emmylou and I'll be your June
And you'll be my Graham and my Johnny too.
No, I'm not asking much of you
Just sing little darling, sing with me
I'll be your Emmylou and I'll be your June
And you'll be my Graham and my Johnny too.
No, I'm not asking much of you
Just sing little darling, sing with me
Just sing little darling sing with me.