| Song | Storm Windows |
| Artist | John Prine |
| Album | Great Days: The John Prine Anthology |
| 作词 : Prine | |
| Lyrics：John Prine Music：John Prine | |
| I can hear the wheels of the automobiles | |
| So far away - just moving along through the drifting snow | |
| It's times like these when the temperatures freeze | |
| I sit alone just looking at the world through a storm window | |
| And down on the beach - the sandman sleeps | |
| Time don't fly - it bounds and leaps | |
| And a country band that plays for keeps | |
| They play it so slow | |
| Chorus: | |
| Don't let your baby down | |
| Don't let your baby down | |
| Don't let your baby down | |
| Well, the spirits were high 'til the well went dry | |
| For so long the raven at my window was only a crow | |
| I bought the rights to the inside fights | |
| And watched a man just beating his hand against a storm window | |
| While miles away o'er hills and streams | |
| A candle burns - a witch's dreams | |
| And silence is golden till it screams | |
| Right through your bones | |
| Repeat chorus: | |
| Storm windows - gee but i'm getting old | |
| Storm window - keep away the cold | |
| Don't let your baby down | |
| Don't let your baby down | |
| Don't let your baby down |
| zuò cí : Prine | |
| Lyrics: John Prine Music: John Prine | |
| I can hear the wheels of the automobiles | |
| So far away just moving along through the drifting snow | |
| It' s times like these when the temperatures freeze | |
| I sit alone just looking at the world through a storm window | |
| And down on the beach the sandman sleeps | |
| Time don' t fly it bounds and leaps | |
| And a country band that plays for keeps | |
| They play it so slow | |
| Chorus: | |
| Don' t let your baby down | |
| Don' t let your baby down | |
| Don' t let your baby down | |
| Well, the spirits were high ' til the well went dry | |
| For so long the raven at my window was only a crow | |
| I bought the rights to the inside fights | |
| And watched a man just beating his hand against a storm window | |
| While miles away o' er hills and streams | |
| A candle burns a witch' s dreams | |
| And silence is golden till it screams | |
| Right through your bones | |
| Repeat chorus: | |
| Storm windows gee but i' m getting old | |
| Storm window keep away the cold | |
| Don' t let your baby down | |
| Don' t let your baby down | |
| Don' t let your baby down |