verse 1
summer came around early this year
and winter swung around soon after
the scent of spring was high with fear
the autmn crows call disaster
Chorus
because the north wind blows so cold
chilling the warmth of my desire
and the whispered words we know
tell of a future burned with fire
verse 2
the music that now fills the street
falls to the rhythm of marching
feet i find no comfort here
no not in this or any other year
Chorus
because the north wind blows so cold
chilling the warmth of my desire
and the whispered words we know
tell of a future burned with fire
tell of a future burned with fire
verse 3
a stranger asked me what do you know
and just where are you going
i told the truth i just don't know
if you don't mind i'll keep on going
Chorus
because the north wind blows so cold
chilling the warmth of my desire
and the whispered words we know
tell of a future burned with fire
tell of a future burned with fire