Winter is coming
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Author: Al Stravinsky
Verse 1
The wind strips bare the shivering trees,
And lays a carpet at your feet
On the path by sorrow furrowed deep:
Winter is coming.
Oh, to be with you in winter again.

Verse 2
The pale sun tries to warm the stones
And soothes the years from your face;
The robin waits by the wooden gate:
Springtime is coming.
Oh to be with you in springtime again,
Oh to be with you in springtime again.

Middle 1
All is dark and cold,
Seasons pass me by,
I see them through your eyes
That never grow old:
Summer is coming.
Oh to be with you in summer again.

Middle 2
All is green and gold,
Creatures hum and cry,
I see them through your eyes
That never grow old:
Autumn is coming.
Oh to be with you in autumn again.

Verse3
The flowers tremble in your hand,
You lay them gently at your feet
At the stone, by sorrow chiselled deep:
Winter is coming.
Oh to be with you in winter again,
Oh to be with you in winter again.