Raymond, close the door
For the night is streaming sideways
Through the whistling cracks of winter
And I fear for the kitchen's roundness.

Lady, do not cower
For the goldfish moon is rising
And the orange moon is gliding
Through the winter's sideways sweeping.

Raymond, close the curtains
For the night is blazing inwards
Through the blasting shades of winter
And I fear for the kitchen's warmth.

Lady, do not linger
For the goldfish moon is playing
And the orange moon is gleaming
Through the winter's gusty rolling.