Well a cold winter's coming and it isn't gonna wait
And the face in the moon looks like Hecate
And the frost on the iron of the cemetery gate
Says "A cold winter's coming and it isn't gonna wait."
There's a man on the corner with a crooked tooth grin
And a silk top hat to put my change in
And the crystal ball underneath his cape
Says "A cold winter's coming and it isn't gonna wait."
And the least among us knows
Where you stand won't change the way the wind blows
Lick a finger, put it to the air
It says "A cold winter's coming and it just don't care."
"A cold winter's coming and it just ain't fair."
If we could just find a minute of warm somewhere...
Well a cold winter's coming and it isn't gonna wait
And a church door slams in a poor boy's face
And the fire that warms the collection plate
Says a cold winter's coming and it isn't gonna wait
The man on the corner's nowhere to be found
And he might even be in the cold hard ground
And all the idle speculation around his fate
Says "A cold winter's coming and it isn't gonna wait."
And the least among us knows
Where you stand might change the way your downwind blows
Lick a finger put it in the air
It says "A cold winter's coming and it just don't care."
"A cold winter's coming and it just ain't fair."
If we could just find a minute of warm somewhere...
And the least among us knows
Where you stand might change the way your downwind blows
Lick two fingers, put 'em in the air
They say "A cold winter's coming and I just might care."
"A cold winter's coming and I'll try to be fair."
If we could just find a minute of warm somewhere...