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I did not think I'd make it,
Winter crept up on me,
I must admnt I could not sit,
in my chair don't you see.
What more to say, I'm finally on my way,
to that cabin way up north.
Damn the snow, in it we'll play,
and together we'll have warmth.
Hot fire in the fireplace,
mulled wine or hot tea,
we'll sit face to face,
talk about things that may be.
Oh this delight, it is my life,
that place in the woods,
hidden from all the ugly strife,
and other things misunderstood.
Donc, à minneapolis,
alors est comme ça,
avec un arrêt à Eau Claire,
e la nuit sur Lac Chippewa.
~EPILOGUE~
The weather didn't cooperate,
but what did we care,
we saw most the roads in the state,
that did not go anywhere.
But the things that we saw,
the food that we ate,
the cabin on the Chippewa,
everything was so great.
I'd do it all over again,
just not exactly the same,
I need more leaves on the trees,
and no weather for which to blame.
But what is the difference,
when you're with the one that you like,
She turns the day effervescent,
and the night, oh so bright.
~NEXT YEAR~
L'année prochaine j'irai au nord,
et encore nous irons à l'est,
s'il y a des arbres sans aucun accord,
nous allons nous tourner vers l'ouest.
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