text: From their northeast source the sour wind roars
  Bear gifts fresh from the valley waters
  Hallow echoes strip Pennsylvania mountain walls
  With their corsets and their old Betsy ruffles
  And their slips with pearly white
  They stand bulging up against the screen door
  And bid you Good night.
  Summers sweet and she brings me water
  But give me Winter, that old icy whore
  While Summer lies meek and follows orders
  Winter cries Me! and pulls you through the door
  The limp milk tramp cries metal-flake tears
  They drip like honey down the of Mommas leg
  He lay watchin a moth eat a hole in his cloth
  Hell ask, but he dont beg
  Said Id like to the mademoiselle
  Who holds the keys to all these doors around her waist
  And rings the bells
  Summers sweet and she brings me water
  But give me Winter, that old icy whore
  Summer lies meek and follows orders
  Winter cries Me! and pulls you through the door
  With scufflin sound, the knot-voiced matron makes her rounds
  Knockin on each and every door
  With a look like white heat, she sways, salty, sweet
  And leads me cross her Persian floor
  She squeezed my hand and before her I stood
  I was scared. It was dark, but it was good
  Summers sweet and she brings me water
  But give me Winter, that old icy whore
  While Summer lies meek and follows orders
  Winter cries Me! and pulls me through her door