Winter

Lyrics
The courier will depart on the morrow for the front All night she sews a soldier's jacket Her fingers, plying the needle, are numb with cold; Scarce can she hold the icy scissors At last the work is done; she sends it a long, long way Oh, how many days before it reaches him in Lin-tao?
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Credits
- Writers
- Shigeyoshi Obata
- Arthur Bliss
- Li Po