Time Of Year

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

We drum for the winter sun

I've been so worried about the future

Staring at the failures of my past

I've got to really pull myself together

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