Winter's Coming
There's frost on the mountain
A sigh on the wind
This chill at my shoulder says
Winter's coming
You sleep on my pillow
Your breath at my ear
It's a long night
A long night
With you lying here
It's the last burning ember
The fire gone dim
Tells me
Winter's coming
There's oil for the lantern
And wood by the shed
There's so much between us
There's no room in bed
This wall's built by our hands
Each stone with regret
But a stone tossed in Winter's
The coldest one yet
It's the last dying ember
The fire gone cold
Don't tell me it's Winter
I know
There's frost on the mountain
A sigh on the wind
This chill at my shoulder says
Winter's come in
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