Year Without A Summer

For Mary Shelley and the writing of a literary classic.

When it's cold outside, tell a story to pass the time

When it's dark outside, you tell yours and I'll tell mine

The fields stand empty, frozen hard

The horses starve in the stable yard

And the bright sun was extinguished

We're safe in here so tell me something to freeze my heart

Wrap me up in fear, hold me close as the story starts

The fire is low and the room is dim

The perfect time for you to begin

In the year without a summer

So close your eyes, do you still see light as the fire dies?

The time will come when we feel the heat from the hidden sun

What makes a man? Is it more than flesh and blood and bone

What makes a man? What desire drives him home?

The certain knowledge we all belong, to choose the path between right and wrong

In the year without a summer