• You knew the cold was coming
    Gloves shouldn't have a tear
    For when the wind starts blowing
    And your skin is left all bare

    The frost sends someone special
    Tending to the likes of these
    For you didn't heed the warning
    As your hands begin to freeze

    Her figure is quite small
    And her wings are made of white
    And when she's gone your face
    Will have quite a look of fright

    For when you get inside
    And feel nothing touching you
    You'll see then and there your fingers
    Turned a shade of blue.