As from my frozen window pane br I looked upon that winter's day, br The snow was drifting deep and crisp br And skies were darkest grey, br I did not wish to leave the warmth br Of home but knew I had to go, br And walk towards those factory gates br Through falling, falling snow. br br I headed down those empty streets br Within the early morning light, br So hard each step I had to take br Through all life's bitter spite, br I longed to be back home again br As freezing winds did cruelly blow, br But headed to those factory gates br Through falling, falling snow. br br I wondered where it all went wrong br Those thoughts remained within my mind, br As I did languish in the drifts br My eyes were almost blind, br I could not see the way before br And yet the way I seemed to know, br That led unto those factory gates br Through falling, falling snow. br br And so towards that bleak estate br Past houses that I knew so well, br I thought that I would rather starve br Than face that day of hell, br I fought against my apathy br But soon my tears began to flow, br As then I saw those factory gates br Through falling, falling snow.