Up on the mountain, February ain’t a pretty sight
Six feet of snow nowhere to go and the long dark nights
It ain’t the cold that gets you, even when it’s creeping in
When he’s at work and you’re alone it’s the terrible wailing wing
Down in the valley, there’s something stirring
Was that voice calling out your name
And your baby boy is crying, just bounce him on your knee
It’s 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 what’s to come full of frozen tragedy
The days are getting shorter, and you can’t sleep at night
Your path is getting clearer now, you can plainly see
It’s 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 don’t 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, there’s something stirring
Was that voice calling out your name
And your baby boy is crying, just bounce him on your knee
It’s your last winter in the copper country
(Davis) |