Warsaw, Autumn 1943 Not many of us left And winter's coming I can smell it in the air And with winter the End, The game is over He's a world away from mother now In this land of smoke and steel He lies listening for another sound And he's eaten his last meal And he knows that winter is coming And he knows he won't survive But he's tired of endless running He won't hide... And for those who still lie hidden He's afraid he can't provide And he hopes they will forgive him By and by... And he's waiting for the winter And he's waiting for the winter He was born here in this city He thought he knew these people well 'Till the one who shows no pity Took the world under his spell And he knows that winter is coming As it's always come before As he reads the yellow letter Painted on his door And the letter stands for everything Yeah the letter says it all How far can one people sink' And how far can they fall? He's waiting for the winter Waiting for the winter He's waiting for the winter Waiting for the winter Waiting for the winter He's waiting for the winter Waiting for the winter Waiting for the winter