Winter In - Gene Clark

作词：Gene Clark

作曲：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