Winter In Songtext
von Gene Clark

Blackbird was in the field
And the sun was getting dim
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 that 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 graves

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 seemed so incredible
That sometimes I could cry