Whyâd I give my love awayWhyâd I call out the unspokenWhyâd I change what seemed alrightTo bring my love out in the openWhen I socked it away for yearsI guess Iâd made a barricadeAnd hung my key by the doorSo thatâs what secrets are forThereâs a storm coming down in the morningWith a freezing rain to add to our worriesAnd I wonât speak of these things anymoreIâll just bury them down in drifts of snowWhere spring may come to see them growThereâs a storm coming down from VirginiaAnd a womanâs heart that yearns for the sunAnd I wonât speak of these things anymoreIâll just bury them down under drifts of snowWhere spring may come to see them grow