We have been taken over by the season of iceVery few people recognise it for what it isAlthough they feel uncomfortableVery few people recognise the fact that somehow the seasons don’t changeI mean, you can acclimate it, you can politically acclimate itYou can philosophically acclimate it
You start to, you start to relate everything to the season of iceAnd so your dreams become frozen, and your ideas become frozenYour promises become frozen in thisFrozen days, and frozen nightsFrozen aspirations and frozen inspiration
There’s something wrong, I mean, there’s something wrongI mean, there’s something wrong, I meanThere’s something wrong, I meanWe’d like to talk to you about a season that is taking over AmericaThe season is winterThis song is called, “Winter in America”
From the Indians who welcomed the pilgrimsAnd to the buffalo who once ruled the plainsLike the vulturesCircling beneath the dark cloudsLooking for the rainHey, they’ve been looking for the rain
Just like the cities staggered on the coastlineLivin’ in a nation that just can’t much moreLike the forest they buried beneath the highwayNever had a chance to growWell, they never had a chance to grow
And now it’s winterCome on, sing if you know the wordsSeemed like winter in AmericaA time when all of the healers done been killedOr been betrayed, sayPeople know that something’s wrongEverybody oughta know winterSeemed like winter in America
The truth is there ain’t nobody fightingBecause, well nobody knows what to saveBrother, save your soulLord knows it’s winter in America
The Constitution, a noble piece of paperWith free societyWell, they struggled but they died in vainAnd now democracy is ragtime on the cornersOn the cord, hoping it’d rainYes, he’s been a-hopin’ for some rainBut it just don’t look like rain
And I see the robins, yeah, perched in barren tree topsWatching last-ditch racists marching across the floorAnd like the peace sign that filtered in our dreamsThat never had a chance to growYeah, they never had a chance to growSomebody want to go tell them it’s winter
It’s cold, it’s like winter in AmericaTime when all the healers, people who have done been killedOr been betrayed, sayBut the people know there’s something wrongHey, it’s winterIt seems like winter in America
The truth is there ain’t nobody fighting‘Cause, well nobody knows what to saveAw, sister save your babiesYes, winter in America
I said hey, hey, heyIt’s winterIt’s cold, it’s like winter in AmericaTime when all the healers, brothers who have done been killedAnd put them in jail, sayPeople know there’s something wrongSomething wrong with winter
It feels like winter in AmericaThe truth is there ain’t nobody fighting becauseWell nobody knows what to saveYes and the truth isThere’s nobody fighting, nobody fightingNobody knows, nobody knows what to do, what to doThe truth is there ain’t nobody fighting becauseNobody knows what to save
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