Lyrics

I didn’t know you were coming, I might’ve swept the floor
I might’ve done the dishes up
I might’ve fixed my hair
It’s awful good to see you won’t you pull up a chair
Tell me how you’ve been and how you got to here

And those snowstorms keep snowing
Winds keep on blowing
There’s crystals on the windowpane
As pretty as the stars

A year went by this February since you’ve been on your own
Joe’s been helping out some, getting in some wood
Mom’s been feeling poorly, she got that awful cough again
She’s mostly doing better now, as all things must pass

Life, it happens every day
Sometimes big sometimes small, things get in the way
Oh, don’t mind your tea getting cold
You just keep, talking now, until you get your story told