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