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