The north wind has began howling
And the skies are pretty an blue
The north wind has began howling
But the skies are pretty an blue
And winter is coming
Wonder what the poor people are gonna to do?

People talk about the time
That they have never seen befo'
People talkin' about the time
That they have never seen befo'
But hard times is knockin'
On ev'rybody's do'

Poor peple are like prisoners
But they just ain't got on a ball an chain
Poor peple are like prisoners
But they just ain't got on a ball an chain
But the way they are faring
I'd-a swear it's all the same

There ain't no need to worry
Times will bring about a change
There ain't no need to worry
Times will bring about a change
An if it don't
I swear it always will be the same.

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