I saw pretty clothes
Hanging in the shop windows
It’s still very cold.
Laughing girls ran past
Long slender legs,gleaming hair
Faces full of light.
A circle of men
Drinking coffee and talking
By the big windows.
The gale has gone now
Then I heard the still,small voice.
Why am I still here?
God is burning us
In his eternal furnace
We will turn to gold
How my heart sings 