This is the winter of my discontent
Like a dream you came and like a dream you went
Before I had a chance to know what rapture meant
Came the winter of my discontent
Now every trifle has become a care
Now there is no joy, but only deep despair
For now your vision haunts me everywhere
In this winter of my discontent
The world is full of dissonance
The scheme of things is wrong
The air resounds with the resonance
Of a harsh and spiteful song
Now all the follies of the world seem small
Let the empires rise and let the heroes fall
And let the ruins burn, for there’s no love at all
In this winter of my discontent