Rain came down on this town 'Cause I know goes up come down Summer's bees they scattered and run Trying to catch the sun Summer's dream are all ending Then I was asending From away cross the winter sky To where all the freebirds fly
This is life, this is real Summer's dark take all they can steal So you bring the wine I'll bring the wood For winter's fire
When you're not around baby...
Fishermen say that cross wind and foam Candle burnin' in their home Just to guide them in For the warmth of their love again harsh wind blows down on the street No new faces to meet Know that a faithful few Who see the winter through
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