Working on some new music about Offgrid Life here on Trout Creek
Snow’s a-fallin’
Hush and thick
Trout Creek’s froze up
Slicker than slick
Icicles dangle like silver swords
Jack Frost’s laughin’
Oh good Lord
[Chorus]
Oh
Winter on Trout Creek
Cold as sin
But the fiddle plays
And the smiles begin
We dance on the ice till our toes go numb
Laughin’ and slippin’
Til springtime comes
[Verse 2]
The moon’s a lantern
Hung up high
Stars like sequins in a velvet sky
Old man Wilkes got his gumbo stew
Spicy enough to melt your shoe
[Prechorus]
Harmonica wails
The fiddle weeps
Accordion hums where the snowdrift sleeps
[Chorus]
Oh
Winter on Trout Creek
Cold as sin
But the fiddle plays
And the smiles begin
We dance on the ice till our toes go numb
Laughin’ and slippin’
Til springtime comes
[Bridge]
There’s magic in this frosty air
Tracks of critters go everywhere
Snow angels sprawled by the cabin door
I’d swear I saw one sprout and soar
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