A Year of Winter (Live at the Founders Studio) [feat. Rich Dawson] [Live at the Founders Studio]

Winter arrived this morning
I felt it's cold breath on my neck
When I heard you were gone
When I heard you were gone

A white dust covered the valley
But there was no trace to be found
Left no footprints in the snow
I cannot go where you go

And I'll be looking for spring leaves
And I will hold out hope for a warmer breeze
And I'll be counting flowers in bloom
But I will never get over you

A fog swept through the valley
The trees dared not make a sound
When you left for bluer skies
When you left for blue skies

The room was quiet and empty
But clothing still inside your draws
Left your guitar but left no note
Left your boots and your coat

And I'll be looking for spring leaves
And I will hold out hope for a warmer breeze
And I'll be counting flowers in bloom
But I will never get over you

And as the night pulls its blanket over me
I won't forget the days you gave me
And as the pinecones crackle in the fire by my feet
I will see your face as I close my eyes and dream