High holiday
And everyone's together
By the hearthside they will stay
Inside from the weather
Everyone together
But I'm far away
On this high holiday
High holiday
Empty streets are full of sorrow
All the shops are closed today
Guess I'll wait till tomorrow
Find a bandstand to borrow
And a guitar to play
On this high holiday
Midnight motorway
Through Buffalo, Wyoming
From the passing cars they say
In the Big Horns it's snowing
Across the black ice it's blowing
And the lodgepole boughs sway
On this high holiday