(Music by Henry Purcell, Lyrics by Thomas Betterton)
Now Winter comes Slowly, Pale, Meager and Old
First trembling with Age, and then quiv'ring with Cold;
Benumb'd with hard Frosts, and with Snow cover'd o'er,
Prays the Sun to Restore him, and Sings as before.
Writer(s): Gordon Sumner
Copyright: Steerpike (Overseas) Ltd.
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