End of the Season

Winter time is coming

All the sky is grey

Summer birds aren't singing

Since you went away

Since you've been gone, end of the season

Winter is here, close of play

I get no kicks walking down Saville Row

There's no more chicks left where the green grass grows and I know that

Winter is here, end of the season

My reason's gone, close of play

I just can't mix in all the clubs I know

Now Labour's in, I have no place to go

You're on a yacht near an island in Greece

Though you are hot, forget me not

I will keep waiting until your return

Now you are gone, end of the season

Winter will come any day

Back in the scrum on a wet afternoon

Down in the mud, dreaming of flowers in June

End of the season

End of the season