It was good one time, everything was mighty fine

The coal depots roared day and night

But things they got slow, for no reason that I know

And the ill winds blowed into sight

The mines all closed down, everybody laid around

There wasn’t very much that they could do

But stand in that line , get their ashes script on time

And woman I could see it killin you

Chorus:

Now the soft new snows of December

Lightly fly my cabin round

Saw the last train from Poor Valley

Takin brown haired Becky Richmond bound

It’s been comin on and on, soon you would be gone

As leavin crossed your mind every day

Then you said to me, things are bad back home you see

I guess I’d better be on my way

Chorus: the soft new snows of December…

I should blame you now, but I never could somehow

A miners wife you weren’t cut out to be

It wasn’t what you thought, just some dreams that you bought

When you left home and ran away from me

Chorus: Now the soft… end.