She wore a black tiara
Rare gems upon her fingers
And she came from distant waters
Where northern lights explode
To celebrate the dawning
Of the new wastes of winter
Gathering monumentum
On the icy road
With chill mists swirling
Like petticoats in motion
Sighted on horizons
For ten thousand years
The lady of the ice sounds
A deathly distant rumble
To Titanic-breathing children lost
In melting crystal tears
Oh, sunshine - take me now away from here
I'm a needle on a spiral in a groove
And the turnable spins
And the last waltz begins
And the weather-man says
That something's on the move
Capturing black pieces
In a glass-fronted museum
The white queen rolls
On the chessboard of the dawn
Squeezing through the valleys
Passing briefly in the corries
The ice-mother mates
And a new age is born
Oh, sunshine - take me now away from here
I'm a needle on a spiral in a groove
And the turnable spins
And the last waltz begins
And the weather-man says
That something's on the move
Driving all before her
Un-stoppable, un-straining
Her cold creaking mass
Follows reindeer down
Thin spreading fingers seek
To embrace the sill-warm bundles
That huddle on the doorstep
Of a white London Town
Oh, sunshine - take me now away from here
I'm a needle on a spiral in a groove
And the turnable spins
And the last waltz begins
And the weather-man says
That something's on the move
She wore a black tiara
Rare gems upon her fingers
And she came from distant waters
Where northern lights explode
To celebrate the dawning
Of the new wastes of winter
Gathering monumentum
On the icy road
Oh, sunshine - take me now away from here
I'm a needle on a spiral in a groove
And the turnable spins
And the last waltz begins
And the weather-man says
That something's on the move.