Oh I ache for you deeply As the hot coal aches In a bed of soft ashes Oh I ache for you deeply Oh I ache for you deeply As the bright orange pumpkin At the first hints of morning frost Will ache for the burning hearth Oh I ache for you deeply As the gold grain aches In the long lines of the combine Oh I ache Oh I ache Oh I ache Oh I ache Oh I ache Oh I ache for you deeply As the North Pole aches for the sun All winter long Oh I ache for you deeply Oh I ache for you deeply As the body aches When the spirit grows restless and unruly Oh I ache