Suddenly I notice that the brightness of the day   Makes the shadows darker, makes the shadows deeper   As they creep from the corners and a feeling in myself   As if I were weighted down with lead      Somebody's whistling in the winter sunlight   Some old bitter song that makes me want to shiver      All the hours are hanging as if caught on celluloid   Reeling ever closer, coiling ever tighter   As if they conspired to conceal from me   The secret of my gloom      Somebody's whistling in the winter sunlight   Some old bitter song that makes me want to shiver      Somebody's whistling in the winter sunlight   Some old bitter song that makes me want to shiver      Somebody's whistling in the winter sunlight   Some old bitter song that makes me want to shiver