Bruce Springsteen - Winter Song Lyrics
From their northeast source the sour wind roarsBear gifts fresh from the valley waters.Hallow echoes strip pennsylvania mountain wallsWith their corsets and their old betsy ruffleAnd their slips with pearly white.They stand bulging up against the screen door,A banshee good night.Summers 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? > mommas leg.You lay watchin them off. eat a hole in his cloth.Hell ask, but he dont beg.Said Id like to the mademoiselleWho holds the keys to all these doors around the waistAnd rings the bell.Summers 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, sweetAnd 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.Summers 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.
