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Got no silver for my pocket,

got no pillow for my head.

And the winter, it gets stronger,

got to ease my aching head.

In the morning when I wake up,

got this feeling deep inside.

And I wonder if I'm dying

or I'll go out of my mind.

I still get this awful feeling

When the snow falls to the ground

It still sends my senses reeling

Knowing winter's come to town