Let The Cold Winds Blow

(albüm: It Ain't Me Babe - 1965)

Oh let the cold winds blow
And let the chill freeze hell
Because the rich can't see
And the poor won't tell

Let nature's wrath
Wipe away God's grace
Let the cold winds blow
Against the human race

If rich men and poor cannot live in peace
If hatred and sorrow and prejudice won't cease
If man can't find his senses before it is too late
Well then the cold winds of hardship
Will surely seal his fate

And let the cold winds blow
And let the chill freeze hell
Because the rich can't see
And the poor won't tell

The nature's wrath
Wipe away God's grace
Let the cold winds blow
Against the human race

With bombs and big long rifles
We face our fellow man
Spend more time on destruction
Than on nature's master plan

Spend billions of green dollars
So the last war we can win
But not willing to spend a penny
To get to know our kin

And let the cold winds blow
And let the chill freeze hell
Because the rich can't see
And the poor won't tell

Let nature's wrath
Wipe away God's grace
Let the cold winds blow
Against the human race
Well let the cold winds blow
Against the human's race