there’s a cold east wind blowing down my back
she’s gone, she ain’t coming back
the cold east wind blew to my side
she left, she never said goodbye, goodbye

I first saw her morning sunrise
she breezed through softly telling lies
first of October an early rain
she left on a westbound train, train

she left the res to work at the town’s local video store
she’s an artist and a beauty and a virgin as she walks out the door

an  Ojibway girl off to Montréal
a red leaf blowing in the early fall
a jingle dress and those deep brown eyes
she left but she never said goodbye, goodbye

goodbye, goodbye

she left the res to work at the town’s local video store
she’s an artist and a beauty and a virgin as she walks out the door

there’s a cold east wind blowing down my back
she’s gone, she ain’t coming back
the cold east wind blew to my side
she left, she never said goodbye, goodbye

goodbye, goodbye