Blinding sunshine streamed through the window this morning and shined on the chair in the kitchen where you used to sit. And I had to squint my eyes and hold my arm up cross ways like this just to see if the ghosts had left you a seat.
You know, there's frost upon the sill
There's iced crystals on the sill
There's snow up on the hill
Drifting snow up on the hill
And I love you still
I love you still
I left the bacon sizzling and I walked past the ghosts and I looked back out that window across the lake. A man was walking out towards the center carrying an auger and dragging a sled full of poles and bait. And I could hear you laugh and say "he should know to fish closer to shore in winds like this, he can't be from the north, he must be a southerner."
Yeah there's frost upon the sill
There's iced crystals on the sill
There's snow up on the hill
Snow up on the hill
And I love you still
It's not that long ago to me
It's just not that long ago
That you were here, I mean really here
That stupid coal train crept through town again today just like it does everyday at 6am. And though it was barely moving it kept blowing its horn, that long brackish moan that always made you mutter gems. You'd say "Doesn't anyone hear that train but me?" and you'd say "Doesn't anyone feel that train but me?"
There's frost upon the sill
There's iced crystals on the sill
And there's snow up on the hill
Drifting snow up on the hill
And I love you
And I love you
I love you still
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Copyright 2007 Charlie Cheney