My nod to our forebears and those who created this uniquely American style of music. Heartaches by the number indeed. I played the instruments, sequenced the track and sang the vocals.
One frosty morning
We were walking hand in hand
Was a frosty morning
As we strolled throughout our land
Autumn harvest was in and pasture freshly mown
What good land it had been, we had reaped what we had sown*
That frosty morning
As we made our way around
On a frosty morning
You know she didn’t make a sound
I thought she was quietly listening to the birds and willows crying
Now I know what I missed then and it makes me feel like dying
One frosty morning
I awoke to find her gone
Such a frosty morning
Still can’t figure what went wrong
She never told me her sorrow
Or that our love was a lie
Now to haunt my tomorrows
Here’s a note that says “goodbye”
Oh lady
Why’d you decide on leaving?
Love
All I got left is my grieving
The winter’s cold must have put a chill in your soul for me
Now I shuffle through leaves in the yard
Feel the air that’s getting colder
Never dreamed it could be so hard
To be alone and feeling older
On this frosty morning
Such a frosty morning
Frosty morning
*When I sing this song live I change the lyric to:
Autumn harvest was in and the pasture taking rest
What good land it had been, we had sown and reaped our best