Ray Lamontagne - Winter Birds

　　LRC by lzh ,from jiangxi pingxiang

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　　It's the Widow now that owns that angry plow,

　　The spartan Mule and The Crippled Cow

　　The fallow field that will yield no more,

　　As the fox lay sleeping beneath her kitchen floor

　　The stream can't contain such the withering rain,

　　And from the pasture the fence it is leaning away

　　The clouds crack and growl

　　Like some great cat on the prowl

　　Crying out, "I am, I am" over and over again

　　The days grow short

　　As the nights grow long

　　The kettle sings its tortured song

　　As many petalled kiss I place upon her brow,

　　Oh, my lady, Lady I am loving you now

　　The winter birds have come back again,

　　Here the sprightly Chickadee

　　Gone now is the Willow Wren

　　In passing greet each other as if old, old friends

　　And to the voiceless trees

　　It is their own they will lend

　　The days grow short

　　As the nights grow long

　　The kettle sings its tortured song

　　As many petalled kiss I place upon her brow,

　　Oh, my lady, Lady I am loving you now

　　And though all these things will change,

　　The memories will remain

　　As green to gold, and gold to brown

　　The leaves will fall to feed the ground

　　And in their falling, make no sound

　　Oh my lady, lady I am loving you now

　　I've gathered all my money and I'm goin' to town,

　　To buy my lady a long and flowing gown

　　'Cause come tomorrow morning

　　We're off to the county fair

　　I'll find a yellow flower

　　And I will lace it in her hair

　　The days grow short

　　As the nights grow long

　　The kettle sings its tortured song

　　As many petalled kiss I place upon her brow,

　　Oh, my lady, Lady I am loving you now