(DowningHillAtkins)

Got no symbol in my pocket

Gor no pillow for my head

And thought winter,it gets stronger

Got to ease my achin' head



In the morning' when I wake up

Got this feelin' deep inside

And I wonder if I'm dyin'

Of I'll go out of my mind



I've this helpless awful feelion'

When I stumble thought the crowd

It stiil sends my senses reelin'

Knowing winter comes too proud