Well, the snow is deep, the wind is cold
And the leaves are on the ground,
I guess we'll have to hibernate
Till springtime comes around.
The cattle, on the meadow now,
Are looking hard for hay,
And the horses, they just stand around
When sunshine comes their way.
The snowy crystals in the trees,
When the clouds have gone away,
They shine like tiny diamonds
In the wonderous light of day.
The coyotes, they're a hunting
And the quail are coveyed up,
And the coffee that's been brewing
Is now warming up the cup.
The horses, they're all harnessed
And I'm a waiting on the crew,
To pitch the hay and milk the cow
And do the things hands do.
And we'll keep the shovels handy
When nature throws another fit,
And I think that I'll stop shavin'
Till the weather warms a bit.