I’ll pack up my suitcase and leave us alone
The leaves are fading brown now
And I feel nothing at all

Won’t you send my cold heart
Down to Texas or Mexico
And when spring comes a-calling
I will run right back to your arms
'Cause your hands don’t have to hold
My cold heart

There must be something wrong with me
'Cause loving you used to be so easy
Now the seasons change and I wanna feel the same
But it’s winter, and I’m six feet deep in snow

Won’t you send my cold heart
Down to Texas or Mexico
Then when spring comes a-calling
I will run right back to your arms
But your hands don’t have to hold
My cold heart

Won’t you send my cold hеart
Down to Texas or Mexico
Then whеn spring comes a-calling
I will run right back to your arms
But your hands don’t have to hold
My cold heart