Back To Willow Creek

The frost is settling on the porch

The valley wind is growing cold I keep the oil inside the

lamp

Just like we

used to do of old

I hear the ridge line creek run low

And count the miles you had to go

Come on home, darling,

come on home

The pine trees shiver all alone

Leave the gravel and the stone

Turn around and come

on home

(come on

home)

Your boots still sit beside the sill

With dried-up red clay

on the heel

I sweep the floor and check the road Wondering how the winter

feels Out where the northern water freezes deep

While I stay up and cannot sleep

Come on home, darling,

come on home

The pine trees shiver all alone

Leave the gravel and the stone

Turn around and come on home

(oh, come on

home)

Leave the dark and bitter cold

Before the mountain turns to snow (come on home)

Just come on

home