Based on the short story "Winter Dreams" by F. Scott Fitzgerald.
Fists clenched tight around the skis,
Down the slopes of wintry freeze
With dreams of sudden victories.
The world is mine, the day I seize.
Winter dreams, winter dreams.
Business rolling, champagne flowing,
Twilight swimming, moonlight glowing.
See the fish's scales, how they're showing
Hope from which the breeze is blowing.
Winter beams, winter dreams.
See the boat move down the lake:
Watch as she just hits the brake
To bump me gently as the wake
Subsides and falls to quickly break.
Winter seams, winter dreams.
Sleeping with a dozen men
I notice not, except times when
She mentions them to my chagrin
As I move close to touch her skin.
Winter schemes, winter dreams.
Now the dream is off and dead,
There is no Judy in my bed.
And every tear I seem to shed
Falls languidly for my own head.
Winter dreams, winter dreams.