Build the dyke the water’s rising close the door the wind is howling

And the temperature is falling wintertime has come

Gather food the cupboard’s empty tho‘ the rich folk all have plenty

To their world there is no entry hungertime has come



Light your fire the cold is creeping soon you’ll hear the sound of weeping

Where the homeless men are sleeping dying time has come

Long dark nights are often endless waiting for a word of kindness

For the lonely and the friendless lonesome time has come



Winter is here and the cold is all around and you can’t plant wishes in the frozen ground



Ancient bones are oh so fragile ancient limbs are not so agile

Helping hand is what they’re needing aging time has come

Don’t built shelters from the nighttime give them pride now is the right time

Home has not a homeless lifetime giving time has come



Feed the hungry the people do not heed your church and steeple

For your care there is no equal caring time has come

Shine a light the night has fallen in the dark there’s someone calling

For a friend until the morning friendship time has come