- When winter comes, its caustic grip is keen;
- its nights so darkly cold; so coldly stark.
- And when you think the dawn will intervene,
- the mournful mists descend to douse the spark.
- And as I see you, calmly beautiful,
- skirting round the edges of emotion,
- my mind's eye casting, visions bountiful,
- memories shimmer, tracing my devotion.
- Those sober thoughts, those grey horizons hold
- me planted low, my spirit gathered fast.
- But comes the time for measures hard and bold;
- so, fanning hope I stir myself to blast
- this darkening cloud, its dolour to dispel.
- And so I'll say goodnight, my love, farewell.
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