| Wait till the snow falls down on the doorstep |
| Wait till the branches make cracks on the sky |
| Wind at your window, screams while you sleepy |
| You live near your fire as the winter blows by |
| Wait till the sidewalk shivers the beggars |
| Robbed in their blankets they try to hang on |
| Light from the street lane seems to shine better |
| After the autumn has been here and gone |
| God help the lost and lonely, God help the poor |
| Cold days and ice nights only |
| Hard times for sure, hard times for sure |
| Wait till the winter makes it all brittle |
| Colors all fade and the earth seems to die |
| Black chimneys coughing, landlords are hiding |
| No one can find them, it’s useless to try |
| Wait till the river freezes up solid |
| Way up the line and the boats are all stuck |
| Gray and the gambler tries to make sense, he’s |
| Far from his home and he’s down on his luck |
| God help the lost and lonely, God help the poor |
| Cold days and ice nights only |
| Hard times for sure, hard times for sure |
| Dancers and snow queens, handsome and lovely |
| Skate on the lake and fall deeply in love |
| Silver skates gliding, faces all glowing |
| Smooth and warm fingers and thumbs and their gloves |
| God help the lost and lonely, God help the poor |
| Cold days and ice nights only |
| Hard times for sure, hard times for sure |