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If you come along with me I'll tell you where we'll go,
We'll head to Terra Nova over hard, white, crusty snow;
We'll head down through the birches where the river meets the pond,
And if I got it figured right, the daylight will be gone.
Hey, hey, hey... hey, hey, hey... hey, hey.
We'll light the lamp, we'll light the stove, we'll put the bake pot on,
We'll pour a drink and tell some lies and sing a three-chord song;
We'll step outside and gaze at all the pinholes in the sky,
And if I got it figured right, the evening you'll enjoy.
Hey, hey, hey... hey, hey, hey... hey, hey.
The stove is spittin' flankers and the potatoes almost done,
And Mildred's got the oven primed for hot molasses buns;
The fiddle's sounding scratchy, the guitar is out of tune,
And Billy's standing on the bridge and howling at the moon.
Hey, hey, hey... hey, hey, hey... hey, hey.
The songs are getting louder and the music's getting loose,
There's nothing here to wake up but the rabbits, bears and moose;
So loosen up and holler, let it echo through the woods,
If you don't get crazy once in a while, you might go mad for good.
Hey, hey, hey... hey, hey, hey... hey, hey.
In the silence of the birches you are bound to wake up twice,
And listen to the river gurgling underneath the ice;
We'll step outside with memories of a night we won't forget,
Of singing, laughing, having fun, and shedding loads of sweat.
Hey, hey, hey... hey, hey, hey... hey, hey.
