Linda lost her lover in the early part of autumn And she moved out to the country Hoping all would be forgotten. The last time that I saw her She was makin' sure the winter Wouldn't come through that old door frame Where the door is several inches from the ground, The cold hard ground.
(Chorus) And it's hard to go down easy; And it's hard to keep from cryin'; And it's hard to lose a lover In the early part of autumn.
Well, she learned to cook the meals And she learned to start the fire; And she learned to make jewelry Out of stones and precious metals. She sits down to the table With her friends and several others And she tries real hard to never be alone.
(Chorus) Now the winter wind blows cold Upon a fair and gentle soul And she feels as if her time is passin' easy. Her friends are sometimes lovers, Though they'll always be another She thinks about when the night time lays on down.