Time Of Year - Patrick Wolf

Tremors of dark heart

Departs as you come near

Underneath the orchard

Branches bare

Better the bitter cold

For into your hand to fold

Semaphore your sorrow

I’ll decipher code

We drum for the winter sun

Dream to bury the gun

Wait for providence to come

Send our love to those we wish here

At this time of year

What frankincense or myrrh do they seek

To send our soldiers to those burning sands?

How many crosses more must we stigmata our soil with

Until we reveal the blood on our hands?

We drum for the winter sun

Dream to bury the gun

Wait for providence to come

Send our love to those we wish here

At this time of year

I’ve been so worried about the future

Staring at the failures of my past

I’ve got to really pull mysel0 ftogether

For to wake that winter sun at last

We drum for the winter sun

Send our love

Wish you were here

At this time of year