When winter comes
I’m gonna miss him
I can already feel the chill in the air,
Frosty patterns paint my kitchen door,
The sheets are cold I can’t get warm,
I can’t get warm.

When winter comes
I’m gonna need him,
I can already feel the snow in the air,
Cold September mornings, Harvest Moon,
I send my letters sayin’,
Come home soon.

Don’t let me fall
Asleep again tonight
I want every moment
Here with you
On your last night in the city
Then you’re leavin’ home
You’re leavin’ home.
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