Intro:
Bm D
Bm E D

     Am           C
She wore a black tiara
      Am            D  C
rare gems upon her fingers
         Am                C
and she came from distant waters
       C                  G
where northern lights explode
    Am            C
to celebrate the dawning
        Am            D  C
of the new wastes of winter
 Am              F
gathering royal momentum
C      D    E      F G Am
on the icy road.
 

With chill mists swirling
like petticoats in motion
sighted on horizons
for ten thousand years
the lady of the ice sounds
a deathly distant rumble
to Titanic-breaking children lost
in melting crystal tears.

G                 A            Bm
Oh, sunshine --- take me now away from here
       G            A           Bm
I'm a needle on a spiral in a groove.
         G          A
And the turntable spins
          D           E
as the last waltz begins
         G
And the weather-man says
 A                  Bm   D Bm E D
something's on the move.
 

Capturing black pieces
in a glass-fronted museum
the white queen rolls
on the chessboard of the dawn
squeezing through the valleys
pausing briefly in the corries
the Ice-Mother mates
and a new age is born.

Oh, sunshine --- take me now away from here
I'm a needle on a spiral in a groove.
And the turntable spins
as the last waltz begins
And the weather-man says
something's on the move.

Driving all before her
un-stoppable, un-straining
her cold creaking mass
follows reindeer down.
Thin spreading fingers seek
to embrace the sill-warm bundles
that huddle on the doorsteps
of a white London Town.

Oh, sunshine --- take me now away from here
I'm a needle on a spiral in a groove.
And the turntable spins
as the last waltz begins
And the weather-man says
something's on the move.

She wore a black tiara
are gems upon her fingers
and she came from distant waters
where northern lights explode
to celebrate the dawning
of the new wastes of winter
gathering royal momentum
on the icy road.

Oh, sunshine --- take me now away from here
I'm a needle on a spiral in a groove.
And the turntable spins
as the last waltz begins
And the weather-man says
something's on the move.