End Of The Season

Winter time is coming All the sky is grey Summer birds aren't singing Since you went away Since you've been gone, end of the season Winter is here, close of play I get no kicks walking down Saville Row There's no more chicks left where the green gra*s grows and I know that Winter is here, end of the season My reason's gone, close of play I just can't mix in all the clubs I know Now Labour's in, I have no place to go You're on a yacht near an island in Greece Though you are hot, forget me not I will keep waiting until your return Now you are gone, end of the season Winter will come any day Back in the scrum on a wet afternoon Down in the mud, dreaming of flowers in June End of the season End of the season