Waiting for the Winter - Planet P Project, Tony Carey

Warsaw, Autumn 1943

Not many of us left

And winter’s coming

I can smell it in the air

And with winter the End,

The game is over

He’s a world away from mother now

In this land of smoke and steel

He lies listening for another sound

And he’s eaten his last meal

And he knows that winter is coming

And he knows he won’t survive

But he’s tired of endless running

He won’t hide…

And for those who still lie hidden

He’s afraid he can’t provide

And he hopes they will forgive him

By and by…

And he’s waiting for the winter

And he’s waiting for the winter

He was born here in this city

He thought he knew these people well

'Till the one who shows no pity

Took the world under his spell

And he knows that winter is coming

As it’s always come before

As he reads the yellow letter

Painted on his door

And the letter stands for everything

Yeah the letter says it all

How far can one people sink '

And how far can they fall?

He’s waiting for the winter

Waiting for the winter

He’s waiting for the winter

Waiting for the winter

Waiting for the winter

He’s waiting for the winter

Waiting for the winter

Waiting for the winter