Whistle Blowin

1 Whistle Blowing - J Bristow, M Punch, H Henderson

Summer’s gone, winter’s coming on
I can feel the cold front blowing in
I don't see the fog lifting
Nothing is back or white
And there is grey in the light
Everybody’s got their poison

Ooh ooh hear the whistle blowing
Ooh ooh goodbye darling

I thought I saw you at the station
All around the leaves were falling
I don't know but something’s changing
I wish I could get off this train
I thought I heard you call me name
It was just the wheels a turning

Ooh ooh hear the whistle blowing
Ooh ooh goodbye darling

Blow, blow, blow, blow

Summer’s gone, winter’s coming on
I can feel the cold front blowing in
I don't see the fog lifting

Ooh ooh hear the whistle blowing
Ooh ooh goodbye darling
Ooh ooh hear the whistle blowing
Ooh ooh goodbye darling