a solitary cloud in the snow
Do you think where did the
And hats and scarves and days,
The light, the dark, it's found
That not unlovely, all caressing grey
Bringing hope in its wake
Bringing what I don't know
will surely pass in stead
but not for picturesque shows
Not for sleighs or globes
Not for hills and certainly not for lovers
the height of the graves we make
Lose them off their arms,
you know you'll never ride
Naked as the day, naked as the night
Bringing hope in its wake
Bringing what I don't know
Like water on a bar, winter in your head
you know they'll never right
Naked is the day, naked as the night
Bringing hope in its wake
Bringing what I don't know
Like water on a bow, winter in my head