When a cold Winter Shadow I cast on the ground
And frost from the foothills is creeping all around
I now and then glance down the road towards the town
In a kind of a hope you’ll be coming on down

It must have been November when I left you to the train
I watched your carriage disappear in the lonely western rain
And I wiped the rain from off my face and turned the way I’d come
And drove our old spring wagon thru the hills near Edmonton

Winters here are very long, the roads are thick with snow
A year is gone since first you left, no courage left to go
I know I should leave, but you won’t know where I’ve gone
Be kind of nice to have you here with Christmas coming on

Kentucky folk song, anonymous

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