Blankets

O the long goodbye is coming on. One more sun and I'll be gone. The road will wind and the tracks will sing til Winter snow turns into Spring. In the Spring, I'll bring you roses in the Summer, for you gold in the Fall, a blanket's warming for in the Winter to unfold. O the long steel rails and short cross ties sing me back home like a lullaby but as I make my way back home again, I find no one to let me in. In the Spring, I'll bring you roses in the Summer, for you gold in the Fall, a blanket's warming for in the Winter to unfold. In the Spring, I brought you roses in the Summer, for you gold in the Fall, a blanket's warming for in the Winter to unfold.