Pieces by Edward Doyle Lyrics

Now, the dreadful winter weather's here
It seems the clouds will never clear
Ans I'm cold through and through
Just like snow, just like snow
My tears are falling

Soon I'll have up and gone my way
By then, I will have found the words to say
That I loved you
I do
Well I did
I probably still do

(Instrumental)

Here, lying in my bed alone
I'm hardly picking up my phone
It's true what they say in the plays
That a heart can be broke to pieces