CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : West Side Story
He's on his feet and his feet are on the go
He anticipates a show
WWen winter comes home to Erie
The day is burned away
Evening comes as an after-thought
Down below the lake salt mines are a subtler plot
Ore boats cross the lake
Birds hurry up and down riding in the wakes
When winter comes home to Erie
The clouds turn to stone
The city looks as frail as bone
Carved by a chinaman and left because he died alone
That's Erie
He anticipates a show
WWen winter comes home to Erie
The day is burned away
Evening comes as an after-thought
Down below the lake salt mines are a subtler plot
Ore boats cross the lake
Birds hurry up and down riding in the wakes
When winter comes home to Erie
The clouds turn to stone
The city looks as frail as bone
Carved by a chinaman and left because he died alone
That's Erie
