On the evening the stars float above the lawn They're easier to see now the ceiling's gone (And you remember what your daddy told you As the blood in your veins grows colder) So you light a fire to keep away the ice Burning beatrix potter and her dress so nice (Too bad, you silly clown, but he's bad for your health That's how he stole your name and wealth) Cold hands, warm heart my dear Cold hands, warm heart my dear Up the track comes a procession of flame It's the villagers, who curse your name (They took the chain and they broke the link The revenge of the jasmine minks) So i think, "isn't it a sin," As i slip off my badger's skin, ("How the difference between them and us Can be accepted with little fuss?") Cold hands, warm heart my dear Cold hands, warm heart my dear (But all of this was a lifetime ago Someone else has donned the skin, for all i know) And i can't leave this place i'm in Because you lit the fire with my skin (And outside it's very cold My limbs are stiff: i must be getting old) You burn the books and all the rest For i still clutch her letter to my chest Cold hands, warm heart my dear Cold hands, warm heart my dear