Just me and my Guitar, a beautiful Avalon L320 Rio which I play just about every day
Lyrics
Emily's her name, and she lives all alone,
No running water there, no lights and no telephone
she does the best she can, she has that strength of mind
Got to get it all done while there's time
When winter comes she cuts wood to feed the fire
Got to keep that heap of logs all piling higher and higher,
while there's time, time, time.
She ruffles up her collar just to keep her from the cold
and wonders how so suddenly she grew so old,
Cows to milk and sheep to feed, clothes out on the line,
Got to get all done while there's time.
When winter comes she cuts wood to feed the fire
Got to keep that heap of logs all piling higher and higher,
while there's time, time, time.
Down at the lakeside she smashes through the ice,
Bucket filled with water, for some tea, that would be nice
She trudges up that hill again, todays work on her mind,
Got to get it all done while there's time.
When winter comes she cuts wood to feed the fire
Got to keep that heap of logs all piling higher and higher,
while there's time, time, time.
and sometimes on those winter nights by candlelight she cries,
weeping for the man she loved, who once stood by her side
He sleeps forever out of sight not out of mind
and someday soon she hopes will be her time
When winter comes she cuts wood to feed the fire
Got to keep that heap of logs all piling higher and higher,
while there's time, time, time.
Nice sweet song. Hard working Emily for sure. Love the guitar. You also have a nice voice as well. ~ Judy ~