SURVIVAL

(Pete Wain)

Wintertime, and the wind begin' to howl
Can't slow down, the ice beneath your feet urging you on
There's no food round here, It's a matter of survival

  On you go, on you go
  With the wind in your hair and the cold at your back
  It's a matter of survival
  On you go, on you go
  and I wish you well

Wintertime, blinded by the darkness
The sun don't shine and the sea that is your home as turned to stone
And there's a whole new generation fighting for survival 

  On you go, on you go
  With the wind in your hair and the cold at your back
  It's a matter of survival

Wintertime, It's hard for me to comprehend
In my cozy little room with my fire and my satellite TV
I can only wish you well and pray for your survival
I can only wish you well and pray for your survival
Survival
Survival
Survival
Survival