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.
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When Winter.... comes howling in.