Latin Quarter - Bitter To The South lyrics

Think in the year of the refugee Or maybe it was the year of the child or the aged I sat with Thomas in a bar he was drinking with a women There I asked him 'Tell me all about your younger rebel days' Well the way this women was there you could see she Wasn't messing Thomas wasn't missing much of that He said, 'You know this is such a small corner of the World we have here' Somedays we thought we could conquer all Then the so cold wind from the north comes blowing Bitter to the south Then the so cold wind from the north comes blowing Bitter to the south It takes the fruit out of the earth, it takes the food Out of the mouth The so cold wind from the north comes blowing bitter to The south Bitter to the south 'We are the world' was on the juke-box in the corner There was a faded turtle poster up in Spanish on the Wall Thomas said, 'Pretty beads and charity is all that they Afford us Well ain't invited to the feast but end up paying for It all' Then the so cold wind from the north comes blowing Bitter to the south Then the so cold wind from the north comes blowing Bitter to the south It takes the fruit out of the earth, it takes the food Out of the mouth The so cold wind from the north comes blowing bitter to The south Bitter to the south There ain't no year for the refuge There ain't no year for the child There ain't no year for the aged There's just these years of the debt But my lover and I, still we go where life leads us Send a message to your masters Tell them 'Nothing's over yet' Then the so cold wind from the north comes blowing Bitter to the south Then the so cold wind from the north comes blowing Bitter to the south It takes the fruit out of the earth, it takes the food Out of the mouth The so cold wind from the north comes blowing bitter to The south Bitter to the south