Pavilion in Winter   The turnstile's getting colder   The cricket ground is empty   And Madresfield is sleepy   Sleep beneath the snow      No one ever told me   That killing time is harmful   For time cannot recover   What soon the ground will offer   Sleep beneath the snow      Sleep beneath the snow      These things I can remember   Like municipal ironwork   The hand-me-downs that clothe you   Are all that I know of you   Soon sleep beneath the snow   And in sleep we will know      Pavilion in Winter   The turnstile’s getting colder   The cricket ground is empty   And Madresfield is sleepy   Sleep beneath the snow...