| Winter, winter, slow to steal |
| The first width of summer, the green of the fields |
| Turning, turning all into gray |
| To lengthen the darkness, to shorten the day |
| And you don’t know, you don’t know, no one |
| If that’s how you are, that’s how you’ll be |
| And you don’t know, you don’t know, no one |
| If that’s how you are, well, that’s how you’ll be |
| And you don’t know, you don’t know, no one |
| Forest, forest, how could you change? |
| Watching your petals die and decay |
| Burn it, Burn it, fire and smoke |
| Out where the old the boys push in the yoke |
| But you don’t know, you don’t know, no one |
| If that’s how you are, that’s how you’ll be |
| And you don’t know, you don’t know, no one |
| If that’s how you are, well, that’s how you’ll be |
| And you don’t know, you don’t know, no one |
| Winter, winter, harsh at the core |
| A middle December, I don’t eat anymore |
| A cough and a cackle creep out of my throat |
| Stuffed me inside of a cancerous coat |
| And you don’t know, you don’t know, no one |
| If that’s how you are, that’s how you’ll be |
| And you don’t know, you don’t know, no one |
| If that’s how you are, well, that’s how you’ll be |
| And you don’t know, you don’t know, no one |
| You don’t know, you don’t know, no one |