[Verse 1: Gil Scott-Heron]
From the Indians who welcomed the pilgrims
Yes, and to the buffalos that once ruled the plain
Like the vultures circling beneath the dark clouds
Looking for the rain
Well, they’d been looking for the rain
[Verse 2: Gil Scott-Heron]
Just like cities staggered on the coastline
Living in a nation that just can't stand much more
Like the forest they buried beneath the highway
That never had a chance to grow
Well, it never had a chance to grow
[Verse 3: Gil Scott-Heron]
And now it's winter
It’s winter in America
It’s a time when all of the healers done been killed
Or been betrayed, yes
People know, the people know
It's winter
It’s winter in America
The truth is there ain't nobody fighting
Because, well, nobody knows what to save
Brother, save your soul
Winter in America
From the Indians who welcomed the pilgrims
Yes, and to the buffalos that once ruled the plain
Like the vultures circling beneath the dark clouds
Looking for the rain
Well, they’d been looking for the rain
[Verse 2: Gil Scott-Heron]
Just like cities staggered on the coastline
Living in a nation that just can't stand much more
Like the forest they buried beneath the highway
That never had a chance to grow
Well, it never had a chance to grow
[Verse 3: Gil Scott-Heron]
And now it's winter
It’s winter in America
It’s a time when all of the healers done been killed
Or been betrayed, yes
People know, the people know
It's winter
It’s winter in America
The truth is there ain't nobody fighting
Because, well, nobody knows what to save
Brother, save your soul
Winter in America
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