When the sun sets at noon
And the heavens cry
When gray clouds cover the moon
And at day they cover the sky
When the ground is covered in white
And the wind blows through your hair
When there's no sunbeam in sight
And though it is cold you don't care
When you sit by the fire
And after the rain you smell the air
When you're filed by desire
From the snow that's sow rare
When you wish for summer or spring or fall
And that thought is stuck in you're head like a splinter  
When wish for the end of it all
That's when you know that it is winter