Blood Lying On Snow

You've lost your tan from a few months ago

Now that red dress looks like blood lying on snow

I feel my pulse start to increase the flow

On this cold winter's night with such beauty on show



You don't like winter, you're a summer girl

Sun burnt and barefoot, your body unfurls

But I can see you're a Celtic princess

And in pale Northern Lights, you're at your very best



My goodness, well, how do you do?

It's taken generations of lucky breeding

To make you, to make you



In my life's challenge, you must be first prize

I can see gold in the light of your eyes

My honest soul, it just yearns to be free

And I'm sure it would happen if you lie with me



My goodness, well, how do you do?

It's taken generations of lucky Britons

To make you, they made you



You've lost your tan from a few months ago

Now that red dress looks like blood lying on snow

I feel my pulse start to increase the flow

On this cold winter's night with such beauty on show

On this cold winter's night with such beauty on show

On this cold winter's night with such beauty on show