From the recording A Merry Little While

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Lyrics and music by Dave Pike

Lyrics

The leaves are changing colour
And the air is getting colder
The snow is going to fall soon
And I know I won’t be there

I’ll be driving ‘round the country
From St John’s to old Port Hardy
I’ll be dreaming of you nightly
Because I know I won’t be there

Oh I know, the time is passing slow
Oh I hope, I’ll be home before the snow

I’ll set you a spot at the table
Come home love, when you’re able
I’d be happy, I’d be grateful
But I know you won’t be there

When will I see you again
‘Get your letters now and then
I’m tired of paper and pen
But I know you won’t be there

I thought I’d be home for Christmas
Can’t hardly breathe for this homesickness
But I have to ask forgiveness
Because I know I won’t be there