Winter time is comingAll the sky is greySummer birds aren’t singingSince you went awaySince you’ve been gone, end of the seasonWinter is here, close of playI get no kicks walking down saville rowThere’s no more chicks left where the green grass grows and I know thatWinter is here, end of the seasonMy reason’s gone, close of playI just can’t mix in all the clubs I knowNow labour’s in, I have no place to goYou’re on a yacht near an island in greeceThough you are hot, forget me notI will keep waiting until your returnNow you are gone, end of the seasonWinter will come any dayBack in the scrub on a wet afternoonDown in the mud, dreaming of flowers in juneEnd of the seasonEnd of the season