Liner notes, notes of pain,
thoughts we'll never meet again,
and the winter stays on my mind...

cries of anger, cries of pain,
I cry we'll never meet again,
and the winter stays on my mind...

Yet the wind still blows,
and the past still knows,
and as darkness draws ‘er near,
the winter stays on my mind...

So farewell, my friend, 'till we meet again,
'till sunny meadow and forest rain
keep winter on the line...

Dan Bryce