In Times of Cold (with Patty Griffin) - Patty Griffin, Ray Wylie Hubbard

The dying saints held their faith

With blood-stained prayers

The wicked gods gave the poets

Regret and despair

Now some ruffians and grifters

Might fall in love with no hesitation

Whether with harlots or virgins

It’s no guarantee of salvation

When I plead my cause before the court of heaven

Before I likely take my place in hell

The regrets, I’ll own forever

'Cause I’ll not see my love again

And in times of cold, she’ll be alone as well

Our scrapes were not lethal

And my crimes just purloined schemes

She prayed for my atonement

Some souls can’t be redeemed

A rose leaves its fragrance

When tread on by a heel

So when I’ve come to where all light is gone

Her essence will be with me still

When I plead my cause before the court of heaven

Before I likely take my place in hell

The regrets, I’ll own forever

'Cause I’ll not see my love again

And in times of cold, she’ll be alone as well

The regrets, I’ll own forever

'Cause I’ll not see my love again

And in times of cold, she’ll be alone as well