If the clouds never lift before autumn comes on And the fog and the rain pass the summer If the goldenrod blossoms and dies without sun And we know that the snow's round the corner There's comfort in coldness from watching outside As the smoke gently drifts from the chimney And I hope that the love that I bear for you now Will help you in hard times, lie easy
If the birds weave their patterns among the steel skies And they leave without sign of a lifting If the thought of the months that will follow is hard When you know that the seasons are shifting There's comfort in warmth from watching inside As the snow gently drifts past the window And I hope that the love that I bear for you now Will help you in hard times, lie easy