In northern climes when winter comes,

And heads bow before the wind,

Happy times can spring to mind,

Like visions in a dream,

Of kisses in a car’s back seat,

On a gentle summer’s night,

Hands moving in the dark,

Entwining eyes and limbs,

Of toboggans packed with arms and legs,

Racing wildly down the snow,

Of donkeys walking on the beach,

And Punch and Judy shows,

When friends were yours forever,

Though they be so very few,

When love was possibility,

And revolution in the air,

For death was then unknown to us,

Despite the daily news,

We never gave much thought to that,

Were content to play the game.