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Intro: C
A winter's Cday in a Fdeep and dark DeCcember
Dm I Gam FalCone
DmGazing from my Gwindow Dmto the streets belGow
On a Dmfreshly fallen Fsilent shroud of Gsnow
I am a Crock, I am an Gis-Cland Am
I've built Cwalls, a Ffortress deep and Cmighty
That Dmnone Gmay FpeneCtrate
I Dmhave no need of Gfriendship; Dmfriendship causes Gpain
It's lDmaughter and it's Floving I disGdain
I am a Crock, I am an Gis-Cland Am
Don't talk of Clove, but I've Fheard the words beCfore
It's DmsleepGing in my FmemoCry
I Dmwon't disturb the Gslumber of Dmfeelings that have Gdied
If I Dmnever loved I Fnever would have Gcried
I am a Crock, I am an Gis-Cland Am
I have my Cbooks and my Fpoetry to proCtect me
I am DmshielGded in my FarmoCr
DmHiding in my Groom, Dmsafe within my Gwomb
I Dmtouch no one and Fno one touches Gme
I am a Crock, I am an Gis-Cland Am
And a Frock Emfeels noC pain
and an Fisland EmneverC cries