Winter Love - Robyn Hitchcock

It’s the darkest time of year

Crystal branches everywhere

As the colours drain away

You alone are far away

Leaves of frost upon the trees

Lovers falling on their knees

Curtains parting in the night

Let me in your sweet delight

Where the garden used to be

Now a different world I see

For one second all I know

Everything is made of snow

First from white and then to blue

Pink to purple lost to view

It’s the darkest time of year

Winter love is almost here