A sighing wind brings heavy snow
Every good woodcutter knows
It fills the road and blocks the door
It lays and stays and waits for more

The Jeffery boys are strong and lean
The best damn workers you've ever seen
They'll cut more wood than a horse can haul
Near six chords before nightfall

Chorus:

We'll get up at the break of day
And hitch the morgan to the sleigh
And as we work we'll sing a rhyme
And raise the dead of wintertime

Deep in the woods our fuel is born
It meets the axe to keep us warm
We trim the branches, pile it high
And leave it for the wind to dry

The yellow birch, the spruce so red
And juniper to bake good bread
Hard maple when the flame's in doubt
And cedar if the coals die out

And when at night we're by the stove
Our bellies full and our stories told
The winds of winter might blow cold
But none of us will feel it

Repeat Chorus
Repeat Last Two Lines
End

             Allan Rankin