The summer has gone and the winters coming on; I can see. Each day that goes by, there is darkness in the sky, there’s no pretense to stand and ask why. I stood on the side of a stream, I knew it wasn’t a dream, there was nothing left to do, so, I looked at a reflection of you.
Most of the year is gone, there should be time to carry on but, I can see that I already feel like a fool. People stop and stand and, they don’t know what they see.
But, this time I looked at you, I was willing to be a fool; I knew that life would be cruel. I stood on starry eyed; I could see brightly outside, I knew the sky would soon cool. But this time, it’s nothing to stand, I have all that I can command and, I know I will be destitute without rule.
When the cold winds do blow, I will stand abandoned in the snow and, I will look and I will see and, you will cry. The tears in your eyes are no accomplishment of rule; they stand for nothing except the day without shelter of warmth for me. As the years will tumble by, I will weep and, I will cry; but again, it serves no purpose for there’s no rule.
I will die alone in the snow beneath a brightly lit sky.