Winter

Why I am not a song cycle about a Winter's Journey

I refuse to leave

In the dead of night

I prefer to stay

and argue and discuss

And try to make it right

I haven't cried

Since my early years

I know nothing of

snowy footprints

or frozen tears

The will-o'-the-wisp

will not lead me astray

It brings me home

To Ireland

Where I stay

I do not ask

If I should lie

amongst sleepers

I am already asleep

And the morning is nigh