Here's Fred's

WAITING FOR THE SNOW
(Fred Gosbee)

October's gone, November's here and the trees are standing bare.
Their ragged robes of red and gold have blown away somewhere.
The crops are in, the wood is split, you have no place to go
So bank your fire, settle in and wait for the snow.

That same old wind who stole the leaves now prowls around your door,
Creeps unasked into your house and reminds you what's in store
For he tells you of the days ahead, but you don't want to know
So bank your fire settle in and wait for the snow.

You've heard that old North wind before when another shared your bed;
Held you warm from dark till dawn from the loneliness you dread,
But this time no one goes with you; this time you want it so
So bank your fire, settle in and wait for the snow

        You know that winter's on the way; you can see it in the moon,
        Cold and pale as a comet's tail; the sun goes down too soon,
        And Orion's hunting across the sky with his starry belt,
        And you know that he won't go 'till the snow begins to melt.

Another year is over. Turn another page.
That old North wind around your head makes you feel your age.
You're alone but not so lonely as you were awhile ago
So bank your fire, settle in and wait for the snow.