1800 And Froze to Death

Sleeping giant sprung awake / smothering the earth in ash

The cloud that changed the course of fate / Merciless the aftermath

Contaminated atmosphere / Jack frost threw a tantrum

Churned up every icy tear / overstayed his welcome

When that firey mounting reared her head

Then the sky turned dark

And the sun burned red

Eighteen hundred and froze to death

The year without a summer

Withered winds and bitter sleet / Cropped fields wilt defeated

Livestock followed worn out weak / The hungry north retreated

Blood shade snowflakes spiralled fall / to land on stiff eye lashes

This weather punished one and all / Dust to dust, ashes to ashes

Death would come as sweet relief / For millions in distress

In Littleport on Spa Fields,/ rioting dispossessed

Holed up in Byron’s alpine lodge / With a cellar full of wine

from Shelly’s boredom rose a plot / She conjured Frankestein

Eighteen hundred and froze to death

Old Tambora rose and said

You don’t what’s hit you yet

The year without a summer

When that firey mounting reared her head

Then the sky turned dark

And the sun burned red

Eighteen hundred and froze to death

The year without a summer