Winter Song Songtext
von Alan Hull

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

When the wind is singing strangely, blowing music through your head
And your rain-spattered 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 high and 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 wintertime
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
When wintertime
Comes howling in