Beth Gibbons - Funny Time of Year (live)

Beth Gibbons Funny Time of Year These silent words of conversation Hold me now this adulation See me now Oh it’s easy now Falling like a silent paper Holding on to what may be And I only hear Only hear the rain And many rains turn to rivers Winter’s here And there ain’t nothing gonna change The winds are blowing telling me all I hear Oh it’s a funny time of year There’ll be no blossom on the trees Turning now I see no reason The voice of love so out of season I need you now But you can’t see me now I’m travelling with no destination Still hanging on to what may be It’s a funny time of year I can see There’ll be no blossom on the trees And time spent cryin’ has taken me in this year Oh it’s a funny time of year There’ll be no blossom on the trees Falling like a silent paper Holding on to what may be