Another year in the shadows,
Another year of solitude,
No harbinger of light in sight,
No ginger thins or spiced up wine,
My loss is one of culture โ
Never to be regained
Another year in the shadows,
Another year of solitude,
No harbinger of light in sight,
No ginger thins or spiced up wine,
My loss is one of culture โ
Never to be regained