It snowed along the ridge top this morning When I woke everything was still Snow covered all the treetops leaving little snowdrops All up and down the windowsill I turned to stare at the ceiling Leaving my bed would take awhile The stove and the chimney, the coffee pot stood empty No one here to wake me with a smile Seems like every morning's just the same And you know I can't complain Now it's getting colder, there's lots I could have told her Enough to maybe bring her back again Looks like the sun's trying to break through May as well get up and make a fire Woodpile stacked up high, got some dandelion wine I'll go out walking when the sun gets higher Seems like every morning's just the same And you know I can't complain Now it's getting colder, there's lots I could have told her Enough to maybe bring her back again