It's another song I wrote about my ranch. I'm going to sing mostly new songs tonight, maybe only a couple more old ones, but I've written so many new ones that I can't think of anything else to do with them other than sing them. It's been kind of interesting for me, this tour, I've been out for two weeks, we've been at about, I don't know how many cities, but anyway, singing some of these songs has been like living them as well as singing them, because I wrote three of the ones I think on the road while I was out here. When the winter rains come pouring down on that new home of mine, will you think of me and wonder if I'm fine? Will your restless heart come back to mine on a journey through the past? Will I still be in your eyes and on your mind? Now I'm going back to Canada on a journey through the past, and I won't be back till February comes. I will stay with you if you'll stay with me, said the fiddler to the drum, and we'll have a good time on a journey through the past. When the winter rains come pouring down on that new home of mine, will I still be in your eyes and on your mind? Will I still be in your eyes and on your mind?