End of October 
The sleepy brown woods seem to 
Nod down their heads to the Winter 
Yellows and grays paint the sad skies today 
And I wonder when you're coming home 

Woke up one morning 
The wind through the window 
Reminded me winter was just 'round the bend 
Somehow I just did not see it was coming 
It took me by surprise again 

And I hear you're in San Francisco 
Living with your sister who's a mother to be 
And her husband's way down in Georgia 
And I'm still in old Tennessee
Wishing you'd come home to me

Life here is easy I'm sure you recall 
How it's so warm and breezy 
In the summer and the fall 
But winter's upon me 
And I've got no heat here 
And I miss your fire so sweet 
Dear, I miss your fire so sweet 

And I hear you're in San Francisco 
Living with your sister who's a mother to be 
And her husband's way down in Georgia 
And I'm still in old Tennessee
Wishing you'd come home to me

End of October 
The sleepy brown woods seem to 
Nod down their heads to the winter 
Yellows and gray paint the sad skies today 
And I wonder when you're coming home 
I wonder when you're coming home 
I wonder when you're coming home