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