Bruce Springsteen — Winter Song

From their northeast source the sour wind roars Bear gifts fresh from the valley waters Hallow echoes strip Pennsylvania mountain walls With their corsets and their old Betsy ruffles And their slips with pearly white They stand bulging up against the screen door And bid you "Good night." Summer's sweet and she brings me water But give me Winter, that old icy whore While Summer lies meek and follows orders Winter cries "Me!" and pulls you through the door The limp milk tramp cries metal-flake tears They drip like honey down the (soot?) of Momma's leg He lay watchin' a moth eat a hole in his cloth He'll ask, but he don't beg Said I'd like to the mademoiselle Who holds the keys to all these doors around her waist And rings the bells Summer's sweet and she brings me water But give me Winter, that old icy whore Summer lies meek and follows orders Winter cries "Me!" and pulls you through the door With scufflin' sound, the knot-voiced matron makes her rounds Knockin' on each and every door With a look like white heat, she sways, salty, sweet And leads me 'cross her Persian floor She squeezed my hand and before her I stood I was scared. It was dark, but it was good Summer's sweet and she brings me water But give me Winter, that old icy whore While Summer lies meek and follows orders Winter cries "Me!" and pulls me through her door