The Wind and the Snow

Last night she was snowing, today she’s ah blowin

Fire gone out it’s like sitting in a fridge,

Lots of snow to clear away gonna take most of the day,

Hope if the wind doesn’t blow me in over the ridge

Youngsters got no school they almost got me drove,

They’ll just torment me sit “round and complain,

And If I go out I’ll be cold, with the stuff dripping from my nose,

All the snow I shovel will drift back in again…

I can mind when I was a boy at times I use to cry,

When I had to shovel and go bring in the wood

Now I’ve grown into a man those chores I still can’t stand.

I’m bawlin here just like I knew I would..

My father he would say lots of wind out on the bay,

She’s feather white, a gale of wind a blowin ,

And if he was here to see I’m sure he’d say to me

You’re just as lazy as back then when it was snowing..

Yes I’m in da house, got me ass print in the couch,

Sitting here waiting for time to pass,

I’ll go out in the spring when warm weather comes again,

For now I guess I’ll just sit here on me ass..

Well I got up me nerve to go out to shovel snow,

Even though I’d rather stay inside,

Got on me wool socks on logger boots and I was gone,

With me shovel and me scoop right by my side,

When I opened up the door not knowing what’s in store,

Head down and I walked out brave and bold,

Shivering before long found out I wasn’t all that strong,

Found out I love the heat a lot more then the cold

I started in to dig, said jumpin diens frig,

As the water started running from my eyes,

My nose was running too snot flying as it blew,

No snowblower in my shed I wondered why,

Had me Take me back toque on as I worked and sang some songs,

As the Ski-doo’s flew back and forth just like a jet,

I t seemed a little funny, no school cuz it was stormy,

But they were on the go just like they were quit

Wood was the next thing, in the house I had to bring,

Busted the rope on the wood house door,

Had to take off me mitts then I took a little fit,

With freezing hands I fixed it as I swore.

Will it sucked being me today all work with no play,

I had to get offline for a little while,

Oh I cannot wait for spring and the joys that it will bring,

When I’ll trade my frown for a big ole smile.

Oh the friggin wind still blows can’t see across the road,

All cuddled up now cozy and warm,

I got my Pj’s on, on the couch where I belong,

I’ll just sit in here and wait out the storm

Yes I’m back inside with the remote by my side,

Movie on, Netflix on tv,

And I certainly don’t care I ain’t going anywhere,

Here for the night just drinking Tetley tea.

THE END

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