The cold wind, the frostbite, the soaking wet feet
how I wish I was curled up in bed
wrapped up in my quilt
soft pillow squashed under my head

Ten minutes to go, I’m sure I can make it
my home is almost in sight
I walk a bit faster, cold wind in my face
I pull my coat around me so tight

At last I can see it my house is right there
I rush through the door with a crash
and rip off my coat and take of my shoes
That journey passed in a flash