fetch your hat and burn it all
christmas neighbor won't bite
it's morning, it's morning rain
lift the scent of these shells again

skirt in and fill this race
empty stockings are laid and
spring voices and all this hair
will be sinking and sin was there

and when will you run
and have your day
and have your day
and when will you run
and have your day
and have your day
the season the season is gone again is gone again

coarse eyes and filthy robes
fortune making me cold and
low senses with rusty frames
will be sinking and sun remains

sore eyes and long to reign
i've a locket on sale
license falls and you'll be fine
but the sorrow just trails behind

and when will you run
and have your day
and have your day
and when will you run
and have your day
and have your day
the season, the season is gone again, it's gone again