Linda lost her lover in the early part of autumn

And she moved out to the country

Hoping all would be forgotten.

The last time that I saw her

She was makin' sure the winter

Wouldn't come through that old door frame

Where the door is several inches from the ground,

The cold hard ground.



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And it's hard to go down easy;

And it's hard to keep from cryin';

And it's hard to lose a lover

In the early part of autumn.



Well, she learned to cook the meals

And she learned to start the fire;

And she learned to make jewelry

Out of stones and precious metals.

She sits down to the table

With her friends and several others

And she tries real hard to never be alone.





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Now the winter wind blows cold

Upon a fair and gentle soul

And she feels as if her time is passin' easy.

Her friends are sometimes lovers,

Though they'll always be another

She thinks about when the night time lays on down.



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