When a cold winter shadow I cast on the ground And frost from the foothills is creeping all around I now and then glance down the road towards the town In a kind of a hope you`ll be coming on down It must have been november when I left you to the train I watched your carriage disappear in the lonely western rain And I wiped the rain from off my face and turned the way I`d come And drove our old spring wagon thru the hills near Edmonton When a cold winter shadow I cast on the ground And frost from the foothills is creeping all around I now and then glance down the road towards the town In a kind of a hope you`ll be coming on down Winters here are very long, the roads are thick with snow A year is gone since first you left, no courage left to go I know I should leave, but you won`t know where I`ve gone Be kind of nice to have you here with Christmas coming on When a cold winter shadow I cast on the ground And frost from the foothills is creeping all around I now and then glance down the road towards the town In a kind of a hope you`ll be coming on down