Winter time
Beside the gill
Swirling clouds while the mists of time stand still
So down below
I know I’ll find
Some warmth but true nirvana is behind

Winter time, hear the wind chime
Pantomime, lemon and lime
Three sublime thoughts divine of you

My paradigm beside the gill
The wise and softly silver mountain spill
When I stand here my spirit blends
With the hills and so this story never ends

Paradigm, biding my time
Subway rhyme, Lemon and Lime
More sublime thoughts divine of you