^Eba winter's day In a ^Abdeep and dark Dec^Ebember;

^FmI ^Bbam a^Ablon^Ebe, ^FmGazing from my ^Bbwindow t^Fmo the streets belo^Bbw On a ^Fmfreshly fallen ^Absilent shroud of s^Bbnow.

I am a ^Ebrock, I am an ^Bbis-l^Eband.

I've built ^Ebwalls, a ^Abfortress deep and m^Ebighty, That ^Fmnone ^Bbmay p^Abenetr^Ebate. I ^Fmhave no need of ^Bbfriendship; f^Fmriendship causes p^Bbain. It's l^Fmaughter and it's ^Abloving I disd^Bbain.

I am a ^Ebrock, I am an ^Bbis-l^Eband.

Don't talk of ^Eblove, I've ^Abheard the words bef^Ebore; It's ^Fmsleep^Bbing in my m^Abemory^Eb. And I ^Fmwon't disturb the ^Bbslumber of f^Fmeelings that have d^Bbied. If I ^Fmnever loved I ^Abnever would have c^Bbried.

I am a ^Ebrock, I am an ^Bbis-l^Eband.

I have my ^Ebbooks And my ^Abpoetry to prot^Ebect me; I am ^Fmshiel^Bbded in my a^Abrmor,^{Eb Fm}Hiding in my ^Bbroom, s^Fmafe within my w^Bbomb. I ^Fmtouch no one and ^Abno one touches m^Bbe.

I am a ^Ebrock, I am an ^Bbis-l^Eband.

And a ^Abrock f^Gmeels no ^Ebpain; And an ^Abisland n^Gmever ^Ebcries.