LYRICS
All the leaves have fallen
Have we already forgotten
Winter has yet to start
Yet, we feel cold at heart
The cold-hearted started
There’s no room in the inn
Ain’t that a sin?
The cold-hearted started
Why did you bother to come?
Go back to where you’re from!
The days are growing shorter
Cold nights for the squatter
Those that roam far from home
Are left to feel on their own
For those that try and try
Yet, others wish to die
Why condemn the tried?
You’ve tried and crucified
ABOUT THE SONG
Style: ExperiMental Music
Chords: Am C Em / D Am / Am C
Recording: live 1-track digital stereo
A lil’ holiday ditty for the refugee.
Daniel — Vocals, Guitar
From the album That Time Of Year
by Daniel Brouse