Winter Song (2003 - Remaster) - Lindisfarne

Written By：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 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

The creeping cold has fingers

That caress without permission

And mystic crystal snowdrops

Only aggravate the condition

Do you spare one 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 one 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 winter

Comes

Howling

In