We set our clocks an hour ahead, Gain an hour of sleep
But this so called gift
Seems rather cheap

We wake up to the sun now, Though our time with the sun is getting thinner
The light fades much quicker Completely gone before dinner

As the weather grows cold,
We see more empty nights
Ones that start early and last longer The dark consuming the lights

When spring comes around, We get the hour back
Our day returns full
No longer under attack

We wait for the time
When the sun’s here to stay But, at least for a while
We miss our day