Guided By Voices
The Winter Cows
So sing, so sing the winter cows They lowly croak and no-one wonders where they are Now they know Just what will come remains a mystery to me Now they know Just what will come remains a mystery to me To me Remains a mystery
And when they come into our view they disappear like a lonely star The winter cows are leaving now The summer sun is burning their eyes Their infant eyes Burning their eyes Their infant eyes Burning their eyes
From Letras Mania