Here in the cold of the winter sun
I look back at what I've done
and it seems I have no shadow
to confide in
Now with the summer dead and gone
in the wake-up of the home
and I see your life is shallow
and is drying
I lay in the meadow by the stream
all of women haunt my dream
all my wishes they would follow
but I was lying
Here in the cold of the winter sun
I look back at what I've done
and it seems I have no shadow
only men can have a shadow
to confide in.
I look back at what I've done
and it seems I have no shadow
to confide in
Now with the summer dead and gone
in the wake-up of the home
and I see your life is shallow
and is drying
I lay in the meadow by the stream
all of women haunt my dream
all my wishes they would follow
but I was lying
Here in the cold of the winter sun
I look back at what I've done
and it seems I have no shadow
only men can have a shadow
to confide in.