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Intro
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B 57----7-----|7-------7-7-|75----5-----|5-------5-5-|57----7-----|
G 46----6-----|6-------6-6-|64----4-----|4-------4-4-|46----6-----|
D 00----0-----|0-------0-0-|00----0-----|0-------0-0-|00----0-----|
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G 6-------6-6-|64----4-----|4-------4-0-|2-----03--0-|2------22-22|
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Other Chords (in order of first occurrence):
D Ddim D7 G Bm Em G7 C A Gm Dsus4
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B--3----2----1---0---3----0---0--1--2---3----3--
G--2----2----2---0---4----0---0--0--2---3----2--
D--0----0----0---0---4----2---0--2--2---0----0--
A----------------x---2----2---2--3--0---x-------
E----------------3--------0---3---------3-------
Verse 1:
D Ddim D7
When Winter's shadowy fingers first pursue you down the street
G Bm Em G7
And your boots no longer lie about the cold around your feet
C Em A
Do you spare a thought for Summer whose passage is complete
D Ddim D7
Whose memories lie in ruins and whose ruins lie in heat
Gm G A (D Dsus4, D, Dsus4, D)x2
When Winter.... comes howling in.
Verse 2:
When the wind is singing strangely, blowing music through your head
And your rain-splattered windows make you decide to stay in bed
Do you spare a thought for the homeless tramp who wishes he was dead
Or do you pull your bed-clothes higher, dream of Summertime instead,
When Winter.... comes howling in.
Verse 3:
The creeping cold has fingers that caress without permission
And mystic crystal snowdrops only aggravate the condition
Do you spare a thought for the gypsy with no secure position
Who's turned and spurned by village and town and the Magistrate's decision,
When Winter.... comes howling in.
Verse 4:
When the turkey's in the oven and the Christmas presents are bought
And Santa's in his module - he's an American astronaut -
Do you spare a thought for Jesus, who had nothing but his thoughts,
Who got busted - just for talking, and befriending the wrong sorts,
When Winter.... comes howling in.
Gm G A Intro
When Winter.... comes howling in.
p.s. I consider this to be one of the most potent Christian songs ever
written. I am not Christian myself, but the sentiments expressed apply
universally to all Masters, their followers' attitudes, and their
remembrance... particularly Verse 4...
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