Winter Sky - Judy Collins
Out under the winter sky
Out under the winter sky
Stars come trembling on my eye
Stars to tremble my eye
And I feel like somethin's gonna die
I feel like somethin's gonna die
I feel like somethin's gonna die
Hand me wings for to fly
High is heaven in early morn
High is heaven in early morn
Men lie sleeping in beds that are warm
Sleep in beds that are warm
I feel like ssomethin's being born
I feel like somethin's being born
I feel like somethin's being born
Tells my soul not to mourn
