Summer come quickly. Winter's just begun and lovers want to play in the sun.
Winter last longer. Winter don't go. Lonely boys want to play in the snow.
And the snow all around you don't seem cold. It falls into white sheets, calms your soul.
Just stop what you're doing and go home
Let me make an angel. Leave me facing the sky and let me fade away into the white.
There in is my solace. There in is my rite. Leave me all covered through the night.
Ooh, take me back there to Ontario. A place to live, a place to grow, a place it snows.
