On the nearside of our window We heard and saw but never faced the storm So far from the way we felt together Remember how winter kept us warm And the glass combs on the fences The powder on the gate that heaped and spilled Slipped like ash or splintered like an ember Remember how winter never chilled And kept us warm so much better than the spring The bitter spring Oh for weeks outside our window The snowflakes would parade their perfect form So far from the way we felt together Remember how winter kept us warm Oh for weeks outside our window The snowflakes would parade their perfect form So far from the way we felt together Their melting had to wait upon the weather Remember how winter kept us warm