Winter's Eve - Ben Watt

Tonight, All Hallows Night, I feel the underspin

Feel the northern latitudes, the dark begin

The month of blood, the end of light

Everybody deserves a last reprieve

This is my ghost, this is my night

I stand at the door of winter’s eve

I stand at the door of winter’s eve

Born October 31, a firebrand

Loud and in your face just like the Basie band

In later years he gathered in

All his shadows in a house of tin

So full of rage, still so aggrieved

Stuck at the door of winter’s eve

He was stuck at the door of winter’s eve

There’s still so much I want to do

And the winter is a gateway through

There’s still so much I want to do

The houses glow against the dark

There are lanterns in the local park

They light the way out to the street

Everybody’s got two feet

I’ll make a plan before I leave

Here at the door of winter’s eve

There’s still so much I want to do

And the winter is a gateway through

There’s still so much I want to do