Turning up the heavy collar of the wool
Watching the cold wind make the yellow awnings pull
The autumn air is biting sharp against my cheek
A sudden drop of temperature within a week
The collar stands up stiff and shields my fragile throat
The greatest blessing of an old vintage coat
Soft brushed wool against the tender side of my neck
Keeping the creeping frost of October in check
Old wool collar raised against the autumn chill
As the twilight settles on the Prenzlauer hill
A shield of woven yarn against the northern breeze
Walking peacefully beneath the rustling birch trees
Nylon strings are humming in a gentle sway
Taking all the brisk and biting cold away
Tucking my chin into the warm wool fold
Keeping away the bitter afternoon cold
The pedestrians are hurrying with heads bent low
Rushing to the warmth of cafes in a row
While I take my own sweet time across the stone
Comfortably wrapped up and never feeling alone
The collar smells of rainy days and woollen yarn
Sturdy as the timbers of an alpine barn
I breathe my warm breath into the woollen fleece
Finding in the chilly air a sudden inner peace
Old wool collar raised against the autumn chill
As the twilight settles on the Prenzlauer hill
A shield of woven yarn against the northern breeze
Walking peacefully beneath the rustling birch trees
Nylon strings are humming in a gentle sway
Taking all the brisk and biting cold away
Tucking my chin into the warm wool fold
Keeping away the bitter afternoon cold
Let the October winds blow through the avenue
I have all the warmth I need right here with you
The woollen collar keeps the cold world outside
In this quiet shelter where my thoughts can hide
Old wool collar against the chilly wind
A gentle comfort where the quiet thoughts begin
Soft against my chin
Walking on slow
Through the chilly air
In the streetlamp glow
