Richard Knott

The shortest day of the year
Sweet summer's furthest frontier
Circling the wagons round a dwindling pool of light
Staring out into the longest night

The darkest day of the year
Familiar ghosts reappear
Singing in the shadows just beyond the campfire's glow
Words of longing you already know

You hear that song all winter long
But when you wish for summer, you're wishing springtime gone

The coldest day of the year
The air so still and so clear
Makes the far horizon seem a thousand miles away
Is it really closer day by day

You sing that song all winter long 
But when you wish for summer, you're wishing springtime gone

Time, a river to the sea
With you and me
Stuck in this backwater when we'd rather race downstream
Time, it pools when it should flow
But who's to know
Can the swirling rapids be as distant as they seem
In our frozen dream

Fly to a new hemisphere
The longest day of the year
Spend it lying on the beach then watch the sun go down
How long now till autumn comes around

So sing that song all winter long 
But when you wish for summer, you're wishing springtime gone

Just sing that song all winter long 
But when you wish for summer, you're wishing springtime gone
 

All lyrics © Richard Knott