Today it's cold, the wind is blowing
The sky is grey, the sun is going
The forecast is for rain and snow
To a warmer clime I think I'll go
I want to go where its warm and clean
But have to stay within my means
I do not like the winter time
Especially here in the Maritimes
I check the trailer, I check the truck
I say a prayer just for luck
I go the bank and get my money
The wind turned warm, now ain't that funny?
Its Indian summer some people say
The sun is bright, its a lovely day
I lock the trailer, I lock the truck
I forget the prayer I said for luck
I'll wait a week or maybe two
I'll do some chores I promised to
I'll rake the leaves, I'll paint a room
I'll sweep the basement with a broom
Its cold outside and windy too
I'm now coming down with the flu
I should have gone the other day
I would be now well on my way
I've been real sick for a week or two
with that crazy stupid flu
I'll stay a while and get some rest
So when I leave I'll feel my best
Its colder now with rain and hail
Whats this that came in with the mail
Looks like a bunch of Christmas cards
I look outside, its snowing hard
I can't leave now, I've gifts to buy
I'm low on money, the prices high
I'll have to stay for a week or three
I've got to get a Christmas tree
Christmas is past, so's New Year's week
The snow's now more than two feet deep
I'll try to shovel out a path
The snow is falling hard and fast
I can't shovel anymore
The snow is up around the door
I stoke the stove but now I'm wary
Were at the end of January
The sun comes out once in a while
I look at it, and then I smile
Maybe, just maybe I can go
If only the sun would melt the snow
Not a chance, the March storms blow
Oh what a curse this doggone snow
I start the truck, turn on the heat
It's no use, snow's five feet deep
April showers help melt the snow
I wish to heck it all would go
I'll see some ground within a week
Maybe a tulip will take a peak
I could go now but were in May
The grass has grown and turned to hay
The birds are back, all are on time
Spring's so pretty in the Maritimes
I think I'll stay the summer here
That trip South I'll take next year
I'll leave before the cold winds blow
I'll be gone before the snow
I keep on saying that every year
But in the winter I'm always here
I only dream of where its warmer
I guess at heart I'm a Maritimer
The End.
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