文本歌词

Winter In - Gene Clark
Blackbird was in the field
And the sun was getting dim
The breeze running through the trees
Like an organ in a hymn
Thoughts were suspended
Like a leaf out on a limb
Fire was burning low
And the winter coming in
Now some music was playing
In the background of the night
Some friends from around came in
And they all said things were high
And we spoke of a stranger
That we all met on the way
Who said there was danger in those
Who watch out for their greed
Now the summer is past the grain
And the river getting high
It's amazing a month can bring
So many things that can get by
The old ways were drowning
To the new ones with a sigh
It seems so incredible
That sometimes I could cry