Winter's coming,
We live a shorter day.
And the sun is hunting
For a place to stay.
Jack Frost's fingers
Are in the wind again.
Ragged Robin is see-sawing
In one half of a coconut shell.
And he can't find the bacon rind,
Hunger makes his redbreast swell.
Now is the time for fire and wine,
Fire for body and wine for mind.
We will sing, we will play till break of day,
We will sing the frost away.
Cold October bowls me over,
Dark November makes me sneeze,
And then December cruelly sends
The winter frost to freeze my knees.
Now is the time for fire and wine,
Fire for body and wine for mind.
We will sing, we will play till break of day,
We will sing the frost away.
Winter brings us to the singers
And the drinkers glass in hand.
Roll on smokers, cards and jokers,
Listeners all who sit and stand.
Now is the time for fire and wine,
Fire for body and wine for mind.
We will sing, we will play till break of day,
We will sing the frost away.
