[00:01.69]Lately I've looked at the moon
[00:08.55]Through the dim window-glass
[00:11.62]of this old cellar room
[00:13.79]
[00:19.92]And winter has come since we last talked
[00:25.61]
[00:27.55]Fog's rolling in on the river walk
[00:31.72]
[00:40.02]And the noise from the motorway stays
[00:43.71]the night through
[00:45.70]
[00:47.57]When the working day's over
[00:50.38]there's not a lot that I can do
[00:53.34]
[00:58.46]So I write you these poems & make silly rhymes
[01:04.84]
[01:06.51]And watch the clouds go drifting by
[01:10.07]
[01:19.68]And when twilight comes I sometimes go for a walk
[01:25.12]
[01:27.98]The wind is in the branches & the frost is in the bark
[01:33.40]
[01:38.78]Of the Winter Street trees
[01:41.21]
[01:41.84]as they reach for a pale sky
[01:45.08]
[01:46.57]You can almost hear them sigh
[01:49.45]
[02:12.16]And I bet you've been wondering
[02:15.40]just what I've become
[02:17.46]
[02:19.89]Now you know I'm still right here
[02:22.90]where the story once began
[02:25.33]
[02:31.20]And writing you name on this steamy window glass
[02:36.81]
[02:38.61]As the moon above the cellar is rising at last