Winter Song
Hull Alan Lyrics

When winter's shadowy fingers First pursue you down the street And your boots no longer lie About the cold around your feet
As winter slowly closes in, the biting cold becomes increasingly unbearable. Even the boots meant to ward off the chill no longer suffice.

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
Summer's warmth and light are but a distant memory, and the broken ruins of its beauty keep summer's memory alive despite the snow and ice that leave everything covered with a cold, white veil when wintertime arrives.

When the wind is singing strangely Blowing music through your head And your rain splattered windows Make you decide to stay in bed
As the wind wails and the rain pours, it's easy to stay inside, where it's warm and dry.

Do you spare a thought for the homeless tramp Who wishes he was dead Or do you pull your bedclothes higher Dream of summertime instead? When winter comes howling in
The homeless are often forgotten during the winter months. Their hardships during such unforgiving conditions are compounded, and they tend to feel more isolated and alone than ever. And it's easy to drown in one's own fears and dreams, but one must not forget about those less fortunate.

The creeping cold has fingers That caress without permission And mystic crystal snowdrops Only aggravate the condition
Winter's chill is inescapable, and the sharpness of the cold is felt like fingers brushing against one's skin. Even the quiet beauty of snow can be a source of misery, a reminder of the misery that winter brings.

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 howling in
The gypsies, who've been marginalized for centuries, are among winter's most vulnerable victims. They're often subjected to much worse treatment during wintertime, and their disregard can be devastating.

When the turkey's in the oven And the Christmas presents are bought And Santa's in his module He's an American astronaut
During the holiday season, it's easy to get sidetracked by things that ultimately don't matter. By focusing on the minutiae, it's easy to ignore the real suffering happening around you.

Do you spare one thought for Jesus Who had nothing but his thoughts Who got busted just for talking And befriending the wrong sorts? When winter comes howling in When winter comes howling in
Jesus, a man with very little, endured persecution during his life for befriending those deemed to be outcasts. His teachings have been relegated to history books, and he often gets lost beneath materialism's avalanche.