Rick Lang

Out through the meadow lies a blanket of new snow,

White as the clouds that hang down from the sky.

There’s frost on the windows it’s ten below zero,

Put on some warm clothes, I’m telling you my friend

Old Man Winter…is back in town again

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Crops from the summer are stored in the cellar

Been a patchin’ & a fixin’ to keep out the winter wind

Stacked all the firewood, with any luck we should

Have just enough to get us through to spring

Old Man Winter…is back in town again

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Old Man Winter is back in town again

There’s ice on the river and a chill in the wind

Bundle up warm, and pull the blankets to your chin

Old Man Winter…is back in town again

Icicles hang down half way to the ground.

Gleaming like a prism in the morning sun.

The heat from the fireplace will warm our hands and face,

That hot mulled cider sure tastes good my friend

Old Man Winter…is back in town again

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The kids are all outside, sleddin’ down the hillside,

Beaming with smiles that would surly warm your heart.

The neighborhood children are buildin’ a snowman.

Red scarf and mittens, black top hat for his head…

Old Man Winter….is back in town again