and cover up all of your skin
Didn't we fly so high, though,
through a summer without a cloud?
wondering when to bring me down.
he picked me up off the floor.
He said, Hey, little sparrow,
you shouldn't fly so high
I told him it's a father's kind word
oh it's only a winter's blues
It's the rains coming down,
it's him never coming round
It's the sound of my darling
Oh, it's only a winter's blues
So I'm sticking close to the ground
I'm gonna drive on down to Italy
But I've heard it's a place
Maybe I'll fill my room with roses
and fill my mind with wine
just let me be here till the summertime
he picked me up off the floor
He said, hey little sparrow,
Or you shouldn't fly so high
I told him it's a father's kind word,
It's the sound of a city asking too much
Oh, it's only a winter's blues
It's the rain's coming down,
it's him never coming round
It's the sound of my darling
Oh it's only, only a winter's blues
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