Tomorrow Brings the Winter

My race is nearly run, it's ending. I'd never catch the warmth, not now. Tomorrow see the snow descending. Just look up at that ashen cloud. Tomorrow see the snow descending. A heavy, white and coarse grain shroud. And it will chill without amending. My heart, my hands, my lips And brow. Tomorrow brings the winter. Tomorrow brings the freeze. I need you now to see it. And stop dreaming, please. It's far too late for warmth and comfort. For heat or sweet release. Tomorrow see the snow descending. No waltz of flakes will grace the air. It's just a weary wanderer attending. To find its rest, to settle there. And on a bed of empty yearning. Made with sheets of gray despair. With it will sleep the embers burning. Of thought And wish and feeling's glare. Tomorrow brings the winter. Tomorrow brings the freeze. I need you now to see it. And stop dreaming, please. It's far too late for warmth and comfort. For heat or sweet release. So please don't hope, don't ask the reason. I'll only answer with a shrug. Beyond our locked and final season. No sun will warm us through the rug. My race is nearly run, it's ending. I'd never catch the warmth, not now. Tomorrow see the snow descending. Just look up at that ashen Cloud. Tomorrow brings the winter. Tomorrow brings the freeze. I need you now to see it. And stop dreaming, please. Tomorrow brings the winter. Tomorrow brings the freeze. I need you now to see it. And stop dreaming, please. It's far too late for warmth and comfort. For heat or sweet Release.