Nhạc sĩ: Alan Hull
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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 someone
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 stream
Strangely blowing music
Through your head
And your rain-splattered windows
Make you decide to stand back
Do you spare a thought
For the homeless truck
Who wishes he was dead
Or do you pull your bedclothes high
And dream of someone
In summertime instead
When winter
Comes howling in
The creeping cold has fingers
That curl up and curl back
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
when the turkey's in the oven and the christmas presents are born
and santa's in his module he's an american astronaut
do you spare one thought for the gypsy with no secure position
do you spare one thought for jesus who had nothing but his thoughts
who got busted just for talking and befriending the wrong souls
when winter
comes howling
when winter
comes howling
when winter comes howling
when winter comes howling
when winter comes howling