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 royal momentum
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 d**hly distant rumble
To Titanic-breaking 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 turntable spins
As the last waltz begins
And the weather-man says
Something's on the move
Capturing black pieces
In a gla**-fronted museum
The white queen rolls
On the chessboard of the dawn
Squeezing through the valleys
Pausing 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 turntable spins
As the last waltz begins
And the weather-man says
Something's on the move
Driving all before her
Un-stoppable, un-straining
Her cold creaking ma**
Follows reindeer down
Thin spreading fingers seek
To embrace the sill-warm bundles
That huddle on the doorsteps
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 turntable spins
As the last waltz begins
And the weather-man says
Something's on the move