I Come from the North
Where the weather is brisk
and the snow is all around
where you stomp your feet
and chatter your teeth
and dance on the cold hard ground
and dance on the cold hard ground
Now my friend Nate lives by the lake
and he owns a fishing hut
Well he drills a hole and baits his pole
and catches the fish for lunch
and catches the fish for lunch
Have I told you...that it’s cold when you’re not here
Have I told you... that I miss you my dear
When it decides to arrive it comes down fast and covers everything
I dig us out and break my back...
and still take the time to sing
