When winter's shadowy fingers
first pur sue 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 musics through your head
And your rain splattered windows
Make you de cide to stay in bed
Do you spare a thought for
Oh, pull up your bedclothes higher
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 traveler
At the magistrate's decision
When the turkey's in the oven
And the Christmas presents are bought
And Santa's in his wardrobe
He's an American astronaut
Or do you spare a thought for Jesus
Who had nothing but his thoughts
Who got busted just for talking
And befriended the wrong sorts
When winter comes, how they,
