Winter is coming,nit's coming through my window,nit's slipping up my shirtsleeves,nmakes the cars run slow.nAnd I smell it in our skinnand all the trees hang low.nnI built a fire,nto warm all of our cold bonesn'cause you were like a snowconenhuddled up in scarves.nJust brushing the ice out from your hairnand sparkles on the carpet.nI'll put the kettle onnand make some hot chocolates.nnThe animals slept through the cold,nsat by the window and watched the snow snowing.nYou can have half of my blanket.nI don't have to work in the morning.