Winchester Look how the sky's all silver, beautiful Montreal Out of the sky of silver, snowflakes begin to fall I sit me by my window, I take my pen in hand If I sound a little wintry, you'll have to understand. So how is California? How is the weather there? Where every day is sunny and where all the skies are fair Tell me, do you remember how once upon a time We'd sit and watch the snow fall, sharing a gla** of wine? Oh, that sad old wintry feeling I don't really seem to mind Sad but sweet old wintry feeling Oh, that wintry feeling, somehow it just seems to suit me fine. If you are never cold love, who's going to keep you warm? You'll take the sun for granted, girl, if you run from every storm Lord, me and this old guitar, now we've seen a storm or two And we've seen a million drifters, these snowflakes and you. Oh, that sad old wintry feeling I don't really seem to mind Sad but sweet old wintry feeling Oh, that wintry feeling, somehow it just seems to suit me fine. Look how the sky's all silver, beautiful Montreal Out of the sky of silver, snowflakes begin to fall And I sit me by my window, I take my pen in hand If I sound a little wintry, you'll have to understand. Oh, that sad old wintry feeling I don't really seem to mind Sad but sweet old wintry feeling Oh, that wintry feeling, somehow it just seems to suit me fine.