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 on 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 sign 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.
We'll head to Terra Nova over hard, white crusty snow
We'll head on 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 sign 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.