Rain came down on this town
Summer's bees they scattered and run
'Cause I know goes up come down
Summer's dream are all ending
Trying to catch the sun
Then I was asending
From away cross the winter sky This is life, this is real
To where all the freebirds fly
Summer's dark take all they can steal
So you bring the wine I'll bring the wood
When you're not around baby. Fishermen say that cross wind and foam For winter's fire
For the warmth of their love again
Candle burnin' in their home
Just to guide them in
harsh wind blows down on the street
Know that a faithful few
No new faces to meet
Who see the winter through.
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