Mumford & Sons - Winter Winds (lyrics & video)

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They sound like Beirut...

Mumford & Sons - Winter Winds

As the winter winds litter London with lonely hearts
Oh the warmth in your eyes swept me into your arms
Was it love or fear of the cold that led us through the night?
For every kiss your beauty trumped my doubt

And my head told my heart "Let love grow"
But my heart told my head "This time no, this time no"

We'll be washed and buried one day my girl
And the time we were given will be left for the world
The flesh that lived and loved will be eaten by plague
So let the memories be good for those who stay

And my head told my heart "Let love grow"
But my heart told my head "This time no"
Yes, my heart told my head "This time no, this time no"

Oh the shame that sent me off from the God that I once loved
Was the same that sent me into your arms
Oh and pestilence is won when you are lost and I am gone
And no hope, no hope will overcome

And if your strife strikes at your sleep
Remember spring swaps snow for leaves
You'll be happy and wholesome again
When the city clears and sun ascends

And my head told my heart "Let love grow"
But my heart told my head "This time no"

And my head told my heart "Let love grow"
But my heart told my head "This time no, this time no"






Mumford & Sons are an English Indie folk band from London. The band is made up of Marcus Mumford (vocals, guitar, drums, mandolin), Country Winston (vocals, banjo, dobro), Ben Lovett (vocals, keyboards, organ), Ted Dwane (vocals, double bass).  The band formed in late 2007, rising out of London's folk scene.

Mumford & Sons won Best Band at the 3rd Annual BalconyTV Music Video Awards in Dublin on 3 July 2009. The band has achieved considerable success in Australia. Their song "Little Lion Man" was voted number one on the Australian Triple J Hottest 100, 2009 countdown, the largest music poll in the world, by an unprecedentedly large margin.
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