Winter is coming
I see birds flying south
I'm saying something, I got words in my mouth
I spoke to nothing and nothing replied
Meet me in something' isn't something I tried

Don't be afraid of this life
Don't be afraid of this life

I'm in the forest, out of my mind
Another melodist trying hard to unwind
Old Dionysius is in deadly decline
The poor people can't afford a bottle of wine

Don't be afraid of this life
Don't be afraid of this life
Don't be afraid of this endless arcade that is life

Don't be afraid of this life
Don't be afraid of this life
Don't be afraid of the truth you dismayed
Of the dreams you delayed, of the price that you paid
Of the love you displayed, of this endless arcade that is life

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Norman Blake