| Song | Wintertime |
| Artist | Bill Withers |
| Album | Menagerie |
| In the wintertime the grass is brown and the sky is gray, the sky is gray | |
| Ah, hah, but that don't mean little brother that you have to feel the same way | |
| Look the sky is cryin' see the tear rollin' down on the ground, down on the ground | |
| Ah, hah but that don't mean little brother that your life can't turn around | |
| Cover up your body but the cold steady rubbin' on your skin, rubbin' on your skin | |
| Ah, hah, you stay alive little brother from the warm fire within | |
| This little brother is what the seasons are tryin' to say | |
| The snow will surely be melted when the sun punches in for the day | |
| See the cold steady rubbin', rubbin' on your skin rubbin' ‘round your skin | |
| Ah hah you're stayin' alive, little brother from the warm fire within | |
| This little brother is what the seasons are tryin' to say | |
| The snow will surely be melted when the sun punches in for the day | |
| See the cold steady rubbin', rubbin' on your skin rubbin' ‘round your skin | |
| Ah hah you're stayin' alive, little brother from the warm fire within |
| In the wintertime the grass is brown and the sky is gray, the sky is gray | |
| Ah, hah, but that don' t mean little brother that you have to feel the same way | |
| Look the sky is cryin' see the tear rollin' down on the ground, down on the ground | |
| Ah, hah but that don' t mean little brother that your life can' t turn around | |
| Cover up your body but the cold steady rubbin' on your skin, rubbin' on your skin | |
| Ah, hah, you stay alive little brother from the warm fire within | |
| This little brother is what the seasons are tryin' to say | |
| The snow will surely be melted when the sun punches in for the day | |
| See the cold steady rubbin', rubbin' on your skin rubbin' round your skin | |
| Ah hah you' re stayin' alive, little brother from the warm fire within | |
| This little brother is what the seasons are tryin' to say | |
| The snow will surely be melted when the sun punches in for the day | |
| See the cold steady rubbin', rubbin' on your skin rubbin' round your skin | |
| Ah hah you' re stayin' alive, little brother from the warm fire within |