Snow is coming, a windstorm shook the life out of all the trees and their fall beauty last night,
and now we're slipping slowly into winter, bare trees, cold winds, bleak and dark skies..
Winter isn't all that bad, but when it doesn't hold a candle to summertime,
I always feel like a roving cowgirl gypsy in the summer,
I feel like I could go anywhere, see anything, be anyone
however I choose to take up settlement at my camp, see the red and the grease rivers and be myself
but there's that... knowledge, that you're free and it's summer.
Winter doesn't have any of that.
Where'd my roving cowgirl gypsy life go?