written on a cold bright December afternoon, recalling how our childhoods were warmed by the setting up of a coal fire and central heating was something we could only dream of and bedrooms were more like fridges!

Lyrics

On a winter’s day,
The fire’s burning where once we were cold
On a frozen pane,
My thoughts appear like icicles
That on frosted glass remain
Sun trapped, on a winter’s day

On a winter’s day,
My thoughts are staying longer than I can dream
On a frozen pane,
Outside world of wonder
That only children can indulge in
And that adults listen, long before, once again

On a winter’s day, the fireside glowing in the dark
Where once was hope
And all my thoughts go back to long ago
Rolled up newspapers, lighted fires,
Twined with kindling
The snow descending,
Silence met our ears
On a winter’s day
The snow descending, falling on our eyes
As silence enveloped our world

On a frozen ground,
Our snowman melting, ice is falling down
On a frozen ground,
Our footsteps, no more memories for us
Our hopes around their heads,
And scarves around our hopes,
Where once were hats

While I’m lying there on my bed,
Wondering what it would be like
To be an adult, to be fourteen,
To be anything else but a child
Cold in my head, cold in my room, cold in my bed

Midnight playing anything,
Midnight playing anything
That made me feel that I belonged
That’s made me feel that I belonged
That made me feel like I belonged
On a winter’s day, on a winter’s day – flying now
On a winter’s day