Here in the cold of the winter sun I look back at what I've done And it seems I have no shadow To confide in Now with the summer dead and gone In the wake-up of the home And I see your life is shallow And is drying I lay in the meadow by the stream All of women haunt my dream All my wishes they would follow But I was lying Here in the cold of the winter sun I look back at what I've done And it seems I have no shadow Only men can have a shadow To confide in.