From the recording Red Demise Of Day


A young man in love drove his sled out at night
Died when he thought that the shoreline was ice
Parts in his tracks, blood on the snow
She waited for him but he never came home

I got nothing to say
Blue sky in the morning
Red demise of day

We started out in Hibbing, settled in St. Paul
She sang the Big River in her drawl, southern drawl
She left in the night, soft as the snow
Heard she wound up in Eau Claire, Oh-Oh

Floor is warm from a western light
Dust rises up above the combine
Sometimes I wait up for her to come
I don’t think about her much but I miss her some