C                F              C
It snowed along the ridge top this morning
C           F              C
When I woke everything was still
C                             F
Snow covered all the treetops leaving little snowdrops
G                         C
All up and down the windowsill


  C         F            C
I turned to stare at the ceiling
C          F               C
Leaving my bed would take awhile
    C                          F
The stove and the chimney, the coffee pot stood empty
G                             C
No one here to wake me with a smile


F                                   C
Seems like every morning's just the same
F                       G
And you know I can't complain
F                G               C                 F
Now it's getting colder, there's lots I could have told her
C               G               C
Enough to maybe bring her back again


C              F               C
Looks like the sun's trying to break through
C               F             C
May as well get up and make a fire
C                                  F
Woodpile stacked up high, got some dandelion wine
G                            C
I'll go out walking when the sun gets higher


F                                   C
Seems like every morning's just the same
F                       G
And you know I can't complain
F                G               C                 F
Now it's getting colder, there's lots I could have told her
C               G               C
Enough to maybe bring her back again