Song | Wintertime |
Artist | Bill Withers |
Album | Menagerie |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
In the wintertime the grass is brown and the sky is gray, the sky is gray | |
Ah, hah, but that don't mean little brother that you have to feel the same way | |
Look the sky is cryin' see the tear rollin' down on the ground, down on the ground | |
Ah, hah but that don't mean little brother that your life can't turn around | |
Cover up your body but the cold steady rubbin' on your skin, rubbin' on your skin | |
Ah, hah, you stay alive little brother from the warm fire within | |
This little brother is what the seasons are tryin' to say | |
The snow will surely be melted when the sun punches in for the day | |
See the cold steady rubbin', rubbin' on your skin rubbin' ‘round your skin | |
Ah hah you're stayin' alive, little brother from the warm fire within | |
This little brother is what the seasons are tryin' to say | |
The snow will surely be melted when the sun punches in for the day | |
See the cold steady rubbin', rubbin' on your skin rubbin' ‘round your skin | |
Ah hah you're stayin' alive, little brother from the warm fire within |
In the wintertime the grass is brown and the sky is gray, the sky is gray | |
Ah, hah, but that don' t mean little brother that you have to feel the same way | |
Look the sky is cryin' see the tear rollin' down on the ground, down on the ground | |
Ah, hah but that don' t mean little brother that your life can' t turn around | |
Cover up your body but the cold steady rubbin' on your skin, rubbin' on your skin | |
Ah, hah, you stay alive little brother from the warm fire within | |
This little brother is what the seasons are tryin' to say | |
The snow will surely be melted when the sun punches in for the day | |
See the cold steady rubbin', rubbin' on your skin rubbin' round your skin | |
Ah hah you' re stayin' alive, little brother from the warm fire within | |
This little brother is what the seasons are tryin' to say | |
The snow will surely be melted when the sun punches in for the day | |
See the cold steady rubbin', rubbin' on your skin rubbin' round your skin | |
Ah hah you' re stayin' alive, little brother from the warm fire within |
In the wintertime the grass is brown and the sky is gray, the sky is gray | |
Ah, hah, but that don' t mean little brother that you have to feel the same way | |
Look the sky is cryin' see the tear rollin' down on the ground, down on the ground | |
Ah, hah but that don' t mean little brother that your life can' t turn around | |
Cover up your body but the cold steady rubbin' on your skin, rubbin' on your skin | |
Ah, hah, you stay alive little brother from the warm fire within | |
This little brother is what the seasons are tryin' to say | |
The snow will surely be melted when the sun punches in for the day | |
See the cold steady rubbin', rubbin' on your skin rubbin' round your skin | |
Ah hah you' re stayin' alive, little brother from the warm fire within | |
This little brother is what the seasons are tryin' to say | |
The snow will surely be melted when the sun punches in for the day | |
See the cold steady rubbin', rubbin' on your skin rubbin' round your skin | |
Ah hah you' re stayin' alive, little brother from the warm fire within |