[Verse 1: Gil Scott-Heron]
From the Indians who welcomed the pilgrims
And to the buffalos who once ruled the plain
Like the vultures circling beneath the dark clouds
Looking for the rain
Looking for the rain
[Verse 2: Gil Scott-Heron]
Just like the cities staggered on the coastline
In a nation that just can't stand much more
Like the forest buried beneath the highway
Never had a chance to grow
Never had a chance to grow
[Verse 3: Gil Scott-Heron]
And now it's winter
It’s winter in America
Yes, and all of the healers have been killed
Or sent away, yeah
But the people know, the people know
It's winter
Winter in America
And ain't nobody fighting
'Cause nobody knows what to save
Save your soul, Lord knows
From winter in America
From the Indians who welcomed the pilgrims
And to the buffalos who once ruled the plain
Like the vultures circling beneath the dark clouds
Looking for the rain
Looking for the rain
[Verse 2: Gil Scott-Heron]
Just like the cities staggered on the coastline
In a nation that just can't stand much more
Like the forest buried beneath the highway
Never had a chance to grow
Never had a chance to grow
[Verse 3: Gil Scott-Heron]
And now it's winter
It’s winter in America
Yes, and all of the healers have been killed
Or sent away, yeah
But the people know, the people know
It's winter
Winter in America
And ain't nobody fighting
'Cause nobody knows what to save
Save your soul, Lord knows
From winter in America
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