Saunders Ferry Lane - Sammi Smith

It’s 66 and cloudy here this mornin'

I’ll make a bet those clouds will turn to rain

The weather’s rusted out the sign

And I almost missed the turn

That’ll take me down to Saunders Ferry Lane

The creekin' boards of the empty dock

Are the only sounds I hear

The sign on the catfish stand says

«closed till spring»

Summer drown in the frozen lake

As the winter came to life

And nothing moves in Saunders Ferry Lane

Nothing moves in Saunders Ferry Lane

Raindrops mingle with the leaves

That tumble to the ground

As I find my way to the spot

Where we once lay

But the grass is dead

The life is gone

And the birds have flown away

It’s awful cold in Saunders Ferry Lane

Awful cold in Saunders Ferry Lane

The gentle arms that held me

And made me want tomorrow now are, are gone

We found so much comfort

In the way we loved each other

Then the angels came

As quietly as the dawn

Standing by the water

In an icy winter wind

I find no present comfort for my pain

No gentle arms to hold me now

I know there’s nothin' worse

Than a day alone in Saunders Ferry Lane

A day alone in Saunders Ferry Lane

It’s 32, and raining here this evening

I’ll make a bet that rain will turn to snow

It’s hard to see through the tears

And I almost missed the turn

The easy way from Saunders Ferry Lane

The easy way from Saunders Ferry Lane