Funny time of the year

These silent words of conversation

Hold me now this adulation

See me now

Oh it's easy now

Falling like a silent paper

Holding on to what may be

And I only hear

Only hear the rain

And many rains turn to rivers

Winter's here

And there ain't nothing gonna change

The winds are blowing telling me all I hear

Oh it's a funny time of year

There'll be no blossom on the trees

Turning now I see no reason

The voice of love so out of season

I need you now

But you can't see me now

I'm travelling with no destination

Still hanging on to what may be

It's a funny time of year

I can see

There'll be no blossom on the trees

And time spent cryin' has taken me in this year

Oh it's a funny time of year

There'll be no blossom on the trees

Falling like a silent paper

Holding on to what may be

It's a funny time of year

I can see

There'll be no blossom on the trees

And time spent cryin' has taken me in this year

It's a funny time of year

I can see no blossom no blossom on the trees

Falling like a silent paper

Holding on to what may be

It's a funny time of year

I can see

There'll be no blossom on the trees

And time spent cryin' has taken me in this year

It's a funny time of year

I can see no blossom no blossom on the trees

Beth Gibbons