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.