There's a chill wind
cnd it moves without a sound
Brings the white fire
That encapsulates the ground

You won't hear it
You won't hear in the night
cs it whispers, nips out the candlelight

Can you feel it?
Can you feel the frostbite
Shivers running up and down my spine?

Is this the winter of our discontent?
Shall we be joyous or shall we lament?
Do we look forward or do we look back?
Do we give thanks or do we dwell on what we lack?

There's a hidden place
Underneath the snowly layer
Hope is not helpless
Hope does not despair
Oh ah, oh ah, oh!

Can you feel it?
Can you feel the frostbite
Rivers flowing up and down my spine

Is this the winter of our discontent?
Shall we be joyous or shall we lament?
Do we look forward or do we look back?
Do we give thanks or do we dwell on what we lack?