The Coming of the Snow

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

and if 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

and 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