Heats all gone
the oils gone
I tapped the tank
and it rang all night
2 more months of winter still to go

The water is cold in my children's bath
The water is cold in my children's bath
Oh how they cry when I try and dry them off.

I work all day in a factory mill
Where the heat comes in waves
and I have seen it kill
and I come home
to a cold, cold home

Hang those quilts your mother made for you.
Hang them over that window sill
Oh how your father kept his family warm.
I never felt so cold.

the oils gone
Heats all gone
I tapped the tank
and it rang all night
2 more months of winter still to go