Текст песни Ralph McTell - Stranger To The Season
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A man without a job is a stranger to the seasonsThe April rain will soak you like the worst November bringsAnd we`re tired of the excuses and the carefully worded reasonsWithout Winter there`s no SummerWithout Autumn there`s no Spring.When the factories close down the life bleeds from the town.Some politicians tells us, `move and build another home`,But weren`t they voted in to lead us?No one said they had to feed us.If they`d get us back our jobsThen we would take care of our own.ChorusFor a man without a jobIs a stranger to the seasonsNo music to the cycle of the changes will he hear.Like a band without a drummerThere`s no Winter, Spring, or SummerThere`s no rhythm to the passing of the Months that make the year.Everyone is poorer for the millionsWho keep growingWhose season stays at AutumnAnd whose only colour`s greyThough we get by on the doleIt feeds the body, starves the soulAnd stirs the bitterness that`s growingIn the ones who`ve been betrayed.Chorus