As Yuletide closes in,
Loneliness begins to claw,
I hope it snows this Christmas,
And someone gives me warmth,
And slowly in the morning air,
The quiet fall begins,
Settling with the softest slumber,
And gliding in the wind,
And as it misses the floor it already starts to thaw.
One winter wish fulfilled,
A sleeping earth is covered,
As I wish to be wrapped,
In the arms of a lover,
And my breath lets out a sigh,
Into the biting air,
And winter seeps right in,
To make a home there,
Right down into the core but I don’t wish it to thaw.
And one winter dream I had,
A princess and a fire,
Fuelled by sherries, touch and scent,
Cloaked by arms of desire,
Whilst outside that brittle wind,
Would blow out its rage,
As I was cuddled up within her arms,
For an eternity of snow-filled days,
And wishing to the good Lord there would never be a thaw.
Written on 12 December 1995 on the acoustic guitar, this track is a sentimental petition for love at Christmas. This version is essentially faithful to the original with some enhancements as synth, bass guitar and drum kit join the arrangements. Most of the song was lifted to become Gathering of the Clouds (Part I) from the We Cirri album.