[ Featuring Deb Conrad ]
Winter's coming on
Winter's coming on
Darkness cloaks the hillside, So early in the day
Corn's all husked and cribbed up, tools all put away
Woodshed's nearly full up, might need another cord
Barn was feeling drafty, need to fix the broken boards
Winter's coming on
Winter's coming on
Indians in the valley, just like every year
Camped out by the river, hunting rabbits, squirrel and deer
Leaves are falling early, won't be long before snows
They need enough till springtime, when the Piney river flows
Winter's coming on
Winter's coming on
It's always good to see the Chief and the band this time of year
They always have some trinkets for trade or sale
The Chief drives a hard bargain, but he's honest and he's fair
And we're always sad to see them go back home
Winter's coming on
Winter's coming on
It was brutal cold last winter, the spring was a relief
But we hurt for Lucy Whitecloud who was overcome by grief
She lost her son Wa he' ne, only seven years of age
We said a prayer together, as we burned a sprig of sage
Winter's coming on
Winter's coming on
Our hope remains for springtime, so many months away
When grass sprouts in the valley, and overcomes the winter gray
When life springs forth from lifeless, and all the sorrows cease
Reborn in human springtime, evermore in peace
Springtime's coming on
Springtime's coming on
