Last winter I worked as a delivery rider Through fancy stairwells and slushy streets One day I fell and my bike got broke Reparations cost me a two days pay I saw takeaway people and paper cup beggars Downtown where all the tram tracks meet And I thought to myself while stuck in the middle That maybe the tables will turn one day Night is long Day is short In the wintertime Way up North, Way up North There's no night Only day In the summertime Way up North, Way up North This summer i work at the west cemetery God knows, daytime it's a peaceful place But I know I'm soon unemployed again As soon as the green stops to grow This winter I'll go busking with my uncles guitar Let my voice tremble in the morning haze And if I get broke I guess I call my Ma Or my friend Hardstrikin' Romeo Night is long Day is short In the wintertime Way up North, Way up North There's no night Only day In the summertime Way up North, Way up North Little London, little London Can you hear me calling?