Thinking about those who will be cold and/or homeless this winter... Winter Song (2003 - Remaster) - Lindisfarne When Winters 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 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 the bedclothes higher, 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 gypsy with no secure position Whos turned and spurned by village and town, at the magistrates decision? When winter..... comes howling in. When the turkeys in the oven, and the Christmas presents are bought And Santas in his module, hes an American astronaut Do you spare a thought for Jesus, who had nothing but his thoughts, Who gut busted just for talking, and befriending the wrong sorts? When winter..... comes howling in. When winter..... comes howling in. youtube/watch?v=Yg_dsk7u26A
Posted on: Mon, 03 Nov 2014 17:19:54 +0000
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