"Waiting Out the Winter" - Streaming Audio, Info, Lyrics

Song art imageNot that much to tell you about this one. The summer of 2011 was fantastic in northwest Russia. Not too hot, not too cold, rain and sun in good measure, bumper crops in the garden and flower beds. But summers here are short and fleeting, and then the gray autumn sets in, followed by the long dark winter.

There's always one day when the wind roars down out of the north, and all day, and all night, the wild geese pass overhead, V after huge V of them, beating feet out of the arctic and heading south. Step out at night, and if the moon is poking through the clouds you may see them silhouetted, waaaay up there, catching the north wind while it lasts. This may go on for a couple of days and nights.

If this sight and sound doesn't move you, there's something wrong somewhere. It has never failed to move me, which means sooner or later a song is going to come out of it. Eventually it did. I came in from watching them (I was getting a bit chilly), and I saw the droopy roses, last of the season on the table, and this song was written in about 10 minutes.

P.S. I originally conceived of this as a bluegrass tune. You can check out the original version on my YouTube channel. Which version do you like better?

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Credits:
Written, performed, and produced by Robert Palomo
Recorded at Total Chaos Studio, Toksovo Region, Russia
Song Art Photo: Caroline Bennett (Creative Commons License)


Original Song Lyrics

Last roses of the summer
In a vase upon the table
Faded pink and yellow petals starting to fall
The pumpkins in the garden shine
With frosty dew in the morning light
After listening through the moonlit night
To the wild geese call

Chorus:
When we hear them cry on silver wings
Flying south at night
Heralds of the winter storms to come
I'll pour a cheering drop of whiskey
We'll sit nodding by the fire
Waiting out the winter in a cozy mountain home

The kids will come from the city
And make the Yuletide bright
We'll sit remembering bygone times
By lamp and fire light
Then through the months of snow and cold
We'll keep the home fires bright
And sleep with extra blankets
Through the long cold winter night

See the last rose of summer
In a vase upon the table
Faded pink and yellow petals starting to fall
The pumpkins in the garden shine
With frosty dew in the morning light
After listening through the moonlit night
To the wild geese call
 Repeat Chorus


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