A Winter's Blues

Time to turn the fire on, And cover up all of your skin. Didn't you hear - winter is near, The winter coming in. Didn't we fly so high, though? Through a summer without a cloud It was too bright to see you looking at me, Wondering when to bring me down. Oh a friend of mine picked me up off the floor He said, hey little sparrow, what are you crying for? You shouldn't fly so high If you can't take a fall. I told him It's a father's kind word, A mother's kind touch, It's the sound of a city Asking too much, Oh it's only a winter's blues. It's the rains the coming down, It's him never coming round, It's the sound of my darling Letting me down, Oh it's only a winter's blues. So I'm sticking close the the ground now I'm gonna drive on down to Italy, I've never been there, but I've heard It's a place where loving flows free. Maybe I'll fill my room with roses And fill my mind with wine. Nothing to see here, just let me be here, Till the summertime. Oh that friend of mine Picked me up off the floor He said, said, hey little sparrow, what are you crying for? You shouldn't fly so high If you can't take a fall. I told him It's a father's kind word, A mother's kind touch, It's the sound of a city Asking too much, Oh it's only a winter's blues. It's the rains the coming down, It's him never coming round, It's the sound of my darling Letting me down, Oh it's only a winter's blues.