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Winter Song
When winter’s shadowing 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.
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 the bedclothes higher dream of summertime instead
When winter comes howling in.
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 at the magistrate’s decision
When winter comes howling in.
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.
Alan Hull
Copyright © 1970 Crazy Music/Chappell &Co
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