little Jimmy Watkins wasn't ready

when the winter came

he forgot to order coats so he shivers

just himself to blame

and the marketwives covered with blankets

I hear them shout in vain

they try to sell their southern fruits

in the icy rain



slowly comes the wintertime

snowflakes melting on the enginehood

and all the young girls put on their scarfs

before they haunt their neighbourhood



so sorry that I'm romantic

so sorry that I'm romantic



hot grey steam out of the drains

I can't see the traffic lights

and the smell of cookies and candles

icecold stary skies

snowballs fly around my head

and Linda's laughing bright

the saucy little skater falls on his nose

and cries soon he's outta sight



slowly comes the wintertime

snowflakes melting on the enginehood

and all the young girls put on their scarfs

before they haunt their neighbourhood



so sorry that I'm romantic...