Pavilion in winter
The turnstile getting colder
The cricket ground is empty
And Madresfield is sleepy
Sleep beneath the snow

How come no one told me
That killing time is harmful
For time cannot recover
And soon the ground will offer
Sleep beneath the snow

These things I can remember
Like municipal ironwork
The hand me downs that clothe you
Are all that I know of you
Soon sleep beneath the snow
And in sleep we will know

Pavilions in winter
The turnstile getting colder
The cricket ground is empty
And Madresfield is sleepy
Sleep beneath the snow.