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.
When the wind is singing strangely, blowing music through your head
When Winter comes howling in.
p.s. I consider this to be one of the most potent Christian songs ever