In The Wintertime

[Intro]
The next song, "In The Wintertime," is of the dwindling ethos of communities whose main life support was, and still is, the lumber industry. I mention this by way of begging forbearance from those of us, including me, who hope to preserve our planet. This is the way it was, and where would we be without it?

[Verse 1]
In the wintertime, to the woods we go
When lakes and trails are covered with the ice and snow
We start to lay the timbеr down as soon as we arrive
Boy, we'll need a million logs for thе big Spring drive

[Verse 2]
And it's wild and hardy shanty boys is what we're meant to be
On contract in the woods for the pulp and paper company
The ringing of our axes makes the poorest come alive
When we're falling down the timber for the big Spring drive

[Verse 3]
There are sawyers, loaders, sled-drivers, too
Doing piecework by the cord, til all the felling's through
'Tis part of all of pattern keeps our homes in bed and board
Keeps the paper mills a-rolling to support the printed word

[Verse 4]
Watch the slippery slope, old horse, the sled is loaded high
One false step or a hanging limb could mean sweet bye-and-bye
Bye-and-bye for you, old horse, perhaps the same for me
And we'd never work again for the pulp and paper company

[Verse 5]
Keep a-moving, boys, til the work is done
The sooner it is over, the sooner we'll be home
Lay the logs out on the lake while Winter still is king
We'll leave 'em lie asleep til the breakup in the Spring