Winter comes slowly, cause we’re taking our time
We linger longer, and feel the sunlight
Maybe last month or maybe last year week
We left the front door with boots on our feet
With boots on our feet
Distant thoughts off winter
When the Moon it meets the Sun
Golden fields of summer in old Saskatchewan
Fires on the lake shore
In barren fields we run
Summer turns to autumn in old Saskatchewan
Winter comes slowly, cause we’re taking our time
We linger longer, and feel the sunlight
And feel the sunlight
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