Sting - You only cross my mind in winter

^CAlways^G this winter c^Child, December's ^Dmsun sits ^G7low against the ^Csky ^AmCold l^Bight on frozen f^Amields, The cattle in their s^Dtable l^Gowing.

When t^Cwo walked^G this winter ^Croad, Ten thousand ^Dmmiles seemed ^G7nothing to us t^Chen, ^Amone w^Balks with heavy t^Amread The space between their ^Dfootsteps s^G4lowi^Gng

^GAll day the snow did ^A7fall, What's left of the day is close drawn ^Dmin, I speak your ^Cname as if you'd a^Answer ^A7me,

But the s^Filence of the snow is dea^Cfening ^FHow well do I recall our ^Garguments, Our l^Cogic owed no debts or ^Frecompense, Phi^Dmlosophy and faith were g^G7hosts that we would chase until The gates of h^Ceaven ^Dwere ^D7brok^Gen

^CBut something makes me turn, I ^Gdon't know, To s^Cmee another's footsteps ^Gthere in the snow, I smile to mys^Felf and then I wonder why it ^Dmis You only cross my ^Gmind in ^G7winte^Cr