Cold, the Winter turns
Though the liquor does burn, hot
Cold: my my heart does yearn.

Through these times I learn
Things important, though not taught
Cold, the Winter turns.

That I tried to earn:
Was a love, meant for me, not.
Cold: my heart does yearn.

And the wind blows, stern
And the Summer, it does rot.
Cold, the Winter turns,

Long, for your return:
I do, but fear, I ought
Cold: my heart does yearn

Warm: for this, I yearn
Warm: for this, I am wrought
Cold, the Winter turns
Cold: my heart does yearn