The Coming of the Snow - Rod Macdonald

    When you decide to return again to the land that raised you
    to find yourself traveling back to your New England home
    and you're passing through and you runt into
    somebody I used to know
    tell her I been thinking about her in the coming of the snow.

    When you're standing on the pier by the empty harbor
    and the fishing boats are lying quiet until the spring
    and you need a fire to sit beside
    while the winter weaves out its cloak
    tell her I been thinking about her in the coming of the snow.

    And if you awaken with her long hair spread across your shoulder
    and the day outside is as dark as her eyes
    take care to hold her close
    into the morning
    and she will be true to you if you love her more than I

    If you're traveling in the woods I used to walk along
    and you find her out there standing in the falling leaves
    and a chill should pass through the arms
    that cradle her longing
    you know you can take her hand one more time for me

    When you decide to return again to the land that raised you
    you find yourself traveling back to your New England home
    and you're passing through and you run into
    somebody I used to know
    tell her I been thinking about her in the coming of the snow
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