Winter Song Lyrics
Bruce Springsteen
- From their northeast source the sour wind roars
- Bear gifts fresh from the valley waters.
- Hallow echoes strip pennsylvania mountain walls
- With their corsets and their old betsy ruffle
- And their slips with pearly white.
- They stand bulging up against the screen door,
- A banshee "good night."
- Summer's sweet and she brings me water,
- But give me winter, that old icy whore.
- While summer lies meek and follows orders,
- Winter cries "me!" and pulls you through the door.
- The limp milk tramp cries metal-flake tears.
- They drip like honey down <soot? > momma's leg.
- You lay watchin' them off. eat a hole in his cloth.
- He'll ask, but he don't beg.
- Said I'd like to the mademoiselle
- Who holds the keys to all these doors around the waist
- And rings the bell.
- Summer's sweet and she brings me water,
- But give me winter, that old icy whore.
- Summer lies meek and follows orders,
- Winter cries "me!" and pulls you through the door.
- With scufflin' sound, the knot-voiced matron makes her rounds,
- Knockin' on each and every door.
- With a look like white heat, she sways, salty, sweet
- And leads me 'cross her persian floor.
- She squeeze' my hand and before her I stood.
- I was scared. it was dark, but it was good.
- Summer's sweet and she brings me water,
- But give me winter, that old icy whore.
- While summer lies meek and follows orders,
- Winter cries "me!" and pulls me through her door.
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