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Intro
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Other Chords (in order of first occurrence):
RE REdim RE7 SOL SIm MIm SOL7 DO LA SOLm REsus4
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B--3----2----1---0---3----0---0--1--2---3----3--
G--2----2----2---0---4----0---0--0--2---3----2--
D--0----0----0---0---4----2---0--2--2---0----0--
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Verse 1:
RE REdim RE7
When Winter's shadowy fingers first pursue you down the street
SOL SIm MIm SOL7
And your boots no longer lie about the cold around your feet
DO MIm LA
Do you spare a thought for Summer whose passage is complete
RE REdim RE7
Whose memories lie in ruins and whose ruins lie in heat
Gm G A (D Dsus4, D, Dsus4, D)x2
When Winter.... comes howling in.
Verse 2:
When the wind is singing strangely, blowing music through your head
And your rain-splattered windows make you decide to stay in bed
Do you spare a thought for the homeless tramp who wishes he was dead
Or do you pull your bed-clothes higher, dream of Summertime instead,
When Winter.... comes howling in.
Verse 3:
The creeping cold has fingers that caress without permission
And mystic crystal snowdrops only aggravate the condition
Do you spare a thought for the gypsy with no secure position
Who's turned and spurned by village and town and the Magistrate's decision,
When Winter.... comes howling in.
Verse 4:
When the turkey's in the oven and the Christmas presents are bought
And Santa's in his module - he's an American astronaut -
Do you spare a thought for Jesus, who had nothing but his thoughts,
Who got busted - just for talking, and befriending the wrong sorts,
When Winter.... comes howling in.
SOLm SOL LA Intro
When Winter.... comes howling in.
p.s. I consider this to be one of the most potent Christian songs ever
written. I am not Christian myself, but the sentiments expressed apply
universally to all Masters, their followers' attitudes, and their
remembrance... particularly Verse 4...
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