The winter wind   Is blowing so strong    My hands have got    No gloves       Wish to my sole    That I could have    The boy I'm dreaming of       Don't you remember me, babe    I remember you quite well    Caused me to leave    All of New York town    With a high sheriff on my tail       A high sheriff on my tail, boys,    High sheriff on my trail.       All because I've fallen for    A curly headed dark-eyed boy       Who's gonna stroke    Your coal black hair    And your sandy colored skin?    Who's gonna walk you side by side    And tell you everything is alright?       Who's gonna look    You straight in the eye    And hold your bad luck hand?       Who's gonna walk you?    Who's gonna talk to you    And who's gonna be your woman?       The winter wind    Is blowing so strong    My hands have got    No gloves       Don't you remember me, babe?    I remember you quite well