Wintertime In Winnipeg

The sun hangs on the horizon And the gloaming of a pot-bellied stove Lights the farmhouse through the night And takes the edge off the cold Wintertime in Winnipeg The plains swept with snow Wintertime in Winnipeg What a time to go The paint is cracked and peeling On the old barn off route forty-four It's been on the verge of tumbling down Since Grandpa came home from the war Wintertime in Winnipeg The plains swept with snow Wintertime in Winnipeg What a time to go Shanties dot Lake Manitoba And a pond hockey rink or two The Red River feeds their habits And Molson Canadian, too Wintertime in Winnipeg The plains swept with snow Wintertime in Winnipeg What a time to go And the wind keeps howling Like an old Cree war cry And the snow keeps falling A sentinel in the night All the rock salt melts away Turning the blacktop grey But those city lights when the Jets take flight Will guide you through the night Wintertime in Winnipeg The plains swept with snow Wintertime in Winnipeg What a time to go Oh, what a time...