I don't want to watch the life run out of you Shine on, fading star Oh, the cruel things some people do Sometimes I wonder if they're listening at all And you cannot tell your father nor your mother They will not understand You're thirty-two years old, still they wonder Why you haven't got a girlfriend It's just a cold wind, blowing through the trees It's just a cold wind, Lord, help us, please And the lines you've drawn were never traced or stenciled But these works of God like you and I Are all written down in pencil And the anger grows, so unrestricted Bad news gets around and your friends withdraw And you find you've been convicted By the cold wind blowing through the trees It's just a cold wind, Lord, help us, please I don't want to watch the light shut off in you Shine on, fading star I don't believe this is a cruel thing Don't believe it's something God would do But sometimes I wonder if he's listening very hard But no matter what, you are a friend to me I won't abandon you over HIV It's just a cold wind, blowing through the trees It's just a cold wind, Lord, help us, please