Winter BluesI went down to the orchardand I shook the apple tree.I went down to the orchardand I shook the apple tree.But it was the dead of winter,no fruit came down for me.I remember when the winterwould come and it would go. I remember when the winterwould come and it would go. But it hangs around my house now,like it does not have a home.No bare feet in the daytime,no kind word on the street.No bare feet in the daytime,no kind word on the street.I exchange those chilly glanceswith everyone I meet.Could I even face the springtimeif it should come one day?Could I even face the springtimeif it sh