Winter Sky

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