Winter's On The Wing
- Craig Purnell (2001)You are listening to the song Winter's On The Wing by Craig Purnell, writer by Lucy Simon;Marsha Norman in album The Secret Garden: Original London Cast Recording. The highest quality of audio that you can download is flac . Also, you can play quality at 32kbps, view lyrics and watch more videos related to this song.
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Lyrics
Winter's on the wing
Here's a fine spring morn'
Comin' clear through the night
Come the day I say
Winter's taken flight
Sweepin' dark cold air
Out to sea, Spring is born
Comes the day say I.
And you'll be here to see it
Stand and breathe it all the day
Stoop, and feel it. Stop and hear it
Spring, I say.
And now the sun is climbin' high
Rising fast on fire
Glaring down through the gloom
Gone the gray, I say
The sun it spells the doom
Of the winter's reign
Ice and chill must retire
Comes the May say I.
And you'll be here to see it
Stand and breathe it all the day
Stoop, and feel it. Stop and hear it
Spring, I say.
I say, be gone, ye howling gales
Be off, ye frosty morns!
All ye solid streams begin to thaw
Melt, ye waterfalls
Part ye frozen winter walls
See, see now it's starting.
And now the mist is liftin' high
Leavin' bright blue air
Rollin' clean 'cross the moor
Comes the day I say
The storm'll soon be by
Leaving clear blue sky
Soon the sun will shine
Comes the day, say I.
And you'll be here to see it
Stand and breathe it all the day
Stoop and feel it. Stop and hear it
Spring, I say.
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