From: «Dexter N. Muir»
From memory and long-accustomed usage 😉
Winter Song
Lindisfarne (Alan Hull)
Transcribed for solo (12-string) guitar by
Dexter N. Muir ([email protected])
Intro:
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e 35—-5——|5——-5-5-|53—-3——|3——-3-3-|35—-5——|
B 57—-7——|7——-7-7-|75—-5——|5——-5-5-|57—-7——|
G 46—-6——|6——-6-6-|64—-4——|4——-4-4-|46—-6——|
D 00—-0——|0——-0-0-|00—-0——|0——-0-0-|00—-0——|
A ————|————|————|————|————|
E ————|————|————|————|————|
/ /
, . . .’, , , . . , . . , . . . , , , . . , . , , . . .’ ,
e 5——99-5-|53—-3——|3——-3-0-|2——02—0-|2——23-23|
B 7——-7-7-|75—-5——|5——-5-0-|3——33—3-|3——33-33|
G 6——-6-6-|64—-4——|4——-4-0-|2——03—0-|2——22-22|
D 0——-0-0-|00—-0——|0——-0—|0——00—0-|0————|
A ————|————|————|————|————|
E ————|————|————|————|————|
h h h
Other Chords (in order of first occurrence):
D Ddim D7 G Bm Em G7 C A Gm Dsus4
e—2—-2—-2—3—2—-0—1—0—0—3—-3—
B—3—-2—-1—0—3—-0—0—1—2—3—-3—
G—2—-2—-2—0—4—-0—0—0—2—3—-2—
D—0—-0—-0—0—4—-2—0—2—2—0—-0—
A—————-x—2—-2—2—3—0—x——-
E—————-3———0—3———3——-
Verse 1:
D Ddim D7
When Winter’s shadowy fingers first pursue you down the street
G Bm Em G7
And your boots no longer lie about the cold around your feet
C Em A
Do you spare a thought for Summer whose passage is complete
D Ddim D7
Whose memories lie in ruins and whose ruins lie in heat
Gm G A (D Dsus4, D, Dsus4, D)x2
When Winter…. comes howling in.
Verse 2:
When the wind is singing strangely, blowing music through your head
And your rain-splattered windows make you decide to stay in bed
Do you spare a thought for the homeless tramp who wishes he was dead
Or do you pull your bed-clothes higher, dream of Summertime instead,
When Winter…. comes howling in.
Verse 3:
The creeping cold has fingers that caress without permission
And mystic crystal snowdrops only aggravate the condition
Do you spare a thought for the gypsy with no secure position
Who’s turned and spurned by village and town and the Magistrate’s decision,
When Winter…. comes howling in.
Verse 4:
When the turkey’s in the oven and the Christmas presents are bought
And Santa’s in his module — he’s an American astronaut —
Do you spare a thought for Jesus, who had nothing but his thoughts,
Who got busted — just for talking, and befriending the wrong sorts,
When Winter…. comes howling in.
Gm G A Intro….
When Winter…. comes howling in.
p.s. I consider this to be one of the most potent Christian songs ever
written. I am not Christian myself, but the sentiments expressed apply
universally to all Masters, their followers’ attitudes, and their
remembrance… particularly Verse 4…
Dexter N. Muir Manufacturing Pilot Plant Technician
[email protected] Department of Production Technology
Massey University, Palmerston North, New Zealand