in this permanent twilight gloom.
An old woman in a cafe drinks alone
peering at the desolate scene,
most faces glum as the climate
yet the weatherman says it's unseasonably mild
but the rain sweeps across and the wind is wild
with Christmas a million years away.
Oh, I yearn for a crisp sunny day
with frost sparkling like diamonds
or snow to create a magical place
but tears drip from the bus stop
yet the weatherman says it's unseasonably mild
but the rain sweeps across...and the wind is wild.