judy collins
winter sky
Out under the winter sky Out under the winter sky Stars come trembling on my eye Stars to tremble my eye  And I feel like someone's gonna die I feel like someone's gonna die I feel like someone's gonna die Hand me wings for to fly  High is heaven in early morn High is heaven in early morn Men lie sleeping in beds that are warm Sleep in beds that are warm  And I feel like someone's being born I feel like someone's being born I feel like someone's being born Tells my soul not to moan  