Winter

Got no silver for my pocket,
got no pillow for my head.
And the winter, it gets stronger,
got to ease my aching head.

In the morning when I wake up,
got this feeling deep inside.
And I wonder if I'm dying
or I'll go out of my mind.

I still get this awful feeling
When the snow falls to the ground
It still sends my senses reeling
Knowing winter's come to town