Don't Cry Troubador

Don't cry, it will be alright The hardest hours are late at night When dark and silence fill the air Into a fireplace I stare Alone and sitting in my chair Wishing you were with me there An afghan warms me through and through But cannot warm as good as you It's you and me babe, say I do And to you I'll say I do too The hardest hours are late at night Don't cry, it will be alright