As the winter winds

litter London with lonely hearts,

oh, the warmth in your eyes

swept me into your arms.

Was it love or fear of the cold

that led us through the night?

For every kiss

your beauty trumped my doubt.

And my head told my heart: «Let love grow»,

but my heart told my head: «This time no, this time no».

We’ll be washed and buried

one day, my girl,

and the time we were given

will be left for the world.

The flesh that lived and loved

will be eaten by plague,

so let the memories

be good for those who stay.

And my head told my heart: «Let love grow».

But my heart told my head: «This time no».

Yes, my heart told my head: «This time no, this time no».

Oh the shame that sent me off

from the God that I once loved

was the same that sent me into your arms.

Oh, and pestilence is won

when you are lost and I am gone

and no hope, no hope will overcome.

But if your strife strikes at your sleep

remember spring swaps snow for leaves,

you’ll be happy and wholesome again

when the city clears and sun ascends.

And my head told my heart: «Let love grow»,

but my heart told my head: «This time no».

And my head told my heart: «Let love grow»,

but my heart told my head: «This time no, this time no».