She says, it's cold where you brought me.   He says, darling, don't worry   you can stay in my arms   until the springtime comes.   We'll let the snow drift around us   and wait for the robin and the crocus   to tell us that our love has again found the sun.      Lone oak stands tall, bare arms scratch the sky,   dry leaves cracking beneath our feet.   Hand in hand we've watched    the autumn fires burn-   Summer's dreams collapsing,   chestnuts in need of gathering,   the whole world lies rotting in the street.      Soon we will walk with collars high   like ramparts raised for the siege.   We'll bow to her beauty, cower from her fury   sent as a judgement for a slight    long past forgotten.   Winter's love once again unrequited.   Winter's love once again unrequited.      She says, babe are you sleeping?   He says, no, wide awake and thinking   of a dream i just had about the two of us.   He takes his hand to her cheek now,   his lips to her brow,   their whispers pile softly by the foot of the bed.