The Winter of My Discontent

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