Here I am bundled up to the chin
While the north wind struggles to slip in
The air is so cold, it feels like ice
Thank God my boots are so warm and nice.
I’m not too fond of old winter’s chill
And admit it brings me little thrill
I pray we’ll make it straight through to spring
When the world around begins to sing
And all of life does rebirth anew
With both heart and soul and voices too
Let us take our joy where e’er we may
And live to complain another day !
