Pavilion in WinternThe turnstile's getting coldernThe cricket ground is emptynAnd Madresfield is sleepynSleep beneath the snownnNo one ever told menThat killing time is harmfulnFor time cannot recovernWhat soon the ground will offernSleep beneath the snownnSleep beneath the snownnThese things I can remembernLike municipal ironworknThe hand-me-downs that clothe younAre all that I know of younSoon sleep beneath the snownAnd in sleep we will knownnPavilion in WinternThe turnstile’s getting coldernThe cricket ground is emptynAnd Madresfield is sleepynSleep beneath the snow...