When the winter rains come pouring down on that new home of mine, will you think of me and wonder if I'm fine? Will your restless heart come back to mine on a journey through the past? Will I still be in your eyes and on your mind? Now I'm going back to Canada on a journey through the past, and I won't be back till February comes. I will stay with you if you'll stay with me, said the fiddler to the drum, and we'll have a good time on a journey through the past. When the winter rains come pouring down on that new home of mine, will I still be in your eyes and on your mind? Will I still be in your eyes and on your mind? Thank you.
