a cold november morning pouring rain   i wrote a letter, some things i've got to say   return to sender, you never listen anyway      the dead of winter i felt you on my tongue   the coldest shivers, our battles fought and won   the taste of bitter, when all that comes undone... comes undone..      oh my longing wont give you up,    and i am nothing without your love,    in sweet virginia,    when you would come,    before you left me and all that was