Testo di The Winter Hours

There ain't no difference we're exactly the same, But you chose fortune and fame, There's a small cove on the outside of town, That I'd like to show you around, Oh, we will never be found So fill up your cup with whiskey and gin, and let the time swallow you in, Oh, sing til the morning begins The wind blows low, and the river runs high, Oh how time flows by, It's so sad to see it all die My money's all gone, but my mind is at ease, My home's about ready to freeze, Won't you take me away from here please Seven months or more through the cold rain and snow, In the Winter the hours move slow Oh, in the Winter the hours move slow