Big Country Winter Sky
---------- The stories of the world are sung In places that were never young I have counted every one Chorus All the clouds will come to you So the sun never comes through And we will hide From twenty years of winter sky The faces of the world are hung In places I was never born Some will smile while others moan Chorus Pictures of the world are shown In places I have never known Who will know who shaped the stone Chorus Still it turns and says to me In words that come uneasily Answers are not meant to be Chorus
