Robyn Hitchcock Winter Love
It's the darkest time of year Crystal branches everywhere As the colours drain away You alone are far away Leaves of frost upon the trees Lovers falling on their knees Curtains parting in the night Let me in your sweet delight Where the garden used to be Now a different world I see For one second all I know Everything is made of snow First from white and then to blue Pink to purple lost to view It's the darkest time of year Winter love is almost here
