Mikhail Bennett - Come Home Before Winter

The leaves are almost gone now
There's frost along the road
I brought the firewood inside
Like we did years ago
Your room is just as quiet
Your pictures on the wall
I know you've built a life out there
I'm not asking for it all
Come home before winter sun before
The first snow falls
Come sit beside this old man
And tell me how you are
I don't need an apology
Don't bring me anything
Just come while there's still time
For us to talk again
Your mother loved this season