I was surely told your love is a curse But to do without is 1000 times worse Stuck out in the snow Some propped up scare-crow Come the sun I'm heading south With 1000 dreams I could do without I was surely told your love is a curse I would wake before the day, I would be the first To shiver and to shake To wait and your front gate Come the sun across your face 1000 dreams I would trace I was surely told codeine is a curse But to do without is 1000 times worse Struck a golden vein Then forty days of rain Come the sun I'm heading south With 1000 dreams I could do without