WINTER TIME

Gene Eric Mann

Political Folk song, predicting a grim tomorrow, scribed in an esoteric fashion.

(Coming into) WINTER TIME

Days are getting shorter; days are growing colder
Coming into winter time
Seasons changing faster for the demon master
Coming into winter time

Nights are feeling darker for the midnight stalker
Coming into winter time
Nights are getting chilly! Who can keep the tally?
Coming into winter time

Where will you be when the thunder calls your name?
Who will you see when the sun sets on your shame?
What will you do when the moon is on your head?
How will you act when they pronounce you dead?

Times are ever violent; love’s been somewhat silent
Come in to the midnight hour
Space is disappearing; there is no appeasing
Give it to the anti-power

Times where never perfect, we have been a defect
Waiting for the wind and rain
When it’s helter-skelter, you can run for shelter
But you’re going to look in vain

It’s the final chapter, happy ever after
Coming into winter time
You can give an answer to the Lonely Dancer
Coming into winter time