My reason's gone, close of play
Back in the scrub on a wet afternoon
Though you are hot, forget me not
Summer birds aren't singing
I will keep waiting until your return
Winter is here, close of play
Since you went away
Now you are gone, end of the season
I just can't mix in all the clubs, I know
Down in the mud, dreaming of flowers in June
You're on a yacht near an island in Greece
There's no more chicks left where the green grass grows
And I know that winter is here, end of the season
Since you've been gone, end of the season
Winter will come any day
I get no kicks walking down Saville Row
Now Labour's in, I have no place to go