Verse 1:
When Winter's shadowy fingers first pursue you down the
street
And your boots no longer lie about the cold around your
feet
Do you spare a thought for Summer whose passage is
complete
Whose memories lie in ruins and whose ruins lie in heat
When Winter.... comes howling in.
Verse 2:
When the wind is singing strangely, blowing music
through your head
And your rain-splattered windows make you decide to
stay in bed
Do you spare a thought for the homeless tramp who
wishes he was dead
Or do you pull your bed-clothes higher, dream of
Summertime instead,
When Winter.... comes howling in.
Verse 3:
The creeping cold has fingers that caress without
permission
And mystic crystal snowdrops only aggravate the
condition
Do you spare a thought for the gypsy with no secure
position
Who's turned and spurned by village and town and the
Magistrate's decision,
When Winter.... comes howling in.
Verse 4:
When the turkey's in the oven and the Christmas
presents are bought
And Santa's in his module - he's an American astronaut
-
Do you spare a thought for Jesus, who had nothing but
his thoughts,
Who got busted - just for talking, and befriending the
wrong sorts,
When Winter.... comes howling in.
Intro....
When Winter.... comes howling in.