"So come the storms of winter and then the birds in spring again
I do not fear the time..."
Just looking out the window.
Given that this is the 50th anniversary of the Kennedy assassination, this song seems especially poignant today.
'Sad, deserted shore
Your fickle friends are leaving'
Time for some Nina.
A beautiful cover of a beautiful original.
By the winter fire, I will still be dreaming
I do not count the time
for who knows where the time goes?