Here Comes The Cold

Here Comes The Cold
Written and Composed by Pete Huttlinger
Vocalist Pete Huttlinger



Here comes the cold
Here comes the cold
Across the plains and o’er the fields
The nights are long
By my river home
And I miss the way your love feels
I miss the way your love feels

The fire is low and I’ve been thinking about you
Your auburn hair shining in the sun
There’s a mountain up ahead
I’ll climb it in the morn’
Tonight I’ve got your memory here to keep me warm

Here comes the cold
Here comes the cold
Across the plains and o’er the fields
The nights are long
By my river home
And I miss the way your love feels
I miss the way your love feels

The days pass slowly – you’re far away
The wind at my back chills me through
The sky won’t open up
I can’t find my way
I bed down for the night and dream of a better day

Here comes the cold
Here comes the cold
Across the plains and o’er the fields
The nights are long
By my river home
And I miss the way your love feels
I miss the way your love feels
Oh I miss the way your love feels
Yes I miss the way your love feels