Last Winter in the Copper Country
Up on the mountain, February ainít a pretty sight
Six feet of snow nowhere to go and the long dark nights
It ainít the cold that gets you, even when itís creeping in
When heís at work and youíre alone itís the terrible wailing wing

Down in the valley, thereís something stirring
Was that voice calling out your name
And your baby boy is crying, just bounce him on your knee
Itís your last winter in the copper country

Summer you went a walking, walking and singing too
The song was for your unborn child and they named the road for you
Spring is life returning, summer wide and wild and free
Fall is a tale of whatís to come full of frozen tragedy

The days are getting shorter, and you canít sleep at night
Your path is getting clearer now, you can plainly see
Itís your last winter in the copper country

Tiny little airport
Biggest thing in that tiny little town
You had said a prayer and washed your hands
By the time that little plane set down
I donít remember that airport, nor the summer, spring or fall
But that howling wind bubbles in my blood
And it makes my skin crawl

Down in the valley, thereís something stirring
Was that voice calling out your name
And your baby boy is crying, just bounce him on your knee
Itís your last winter in the copper country

(Davis)
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