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  Raise the Dead of Wintertime One perfectly still and beautiful winter's morning at Christophers Cross, in western Prince Edward Island, Vincent Handrahan hitched up his little morgan horse and we took a ride over the back fields, surveying the supply of fire wood that had been cut and still needed hauling. That sleigh ride, and the hardworking and resourceful people of West Prince, inspired 'Raise the Dead of Wintertime.' Listen to a clip of this song (You'll need an MP3 player to listen.) Lyrics A sighing wind brings heavy snow Every good woodcutter knows It fills the road and blocks the door It lays and stays and waits for more The Jeffery boys are strong and lean The best damn workers you've ever seen They'll cut more wood than a horse can haul Near six chords before nightfall Chorus: We'll get up at the break of day And hitch the morgan to the sleigh And as we work we'll sing a rhyme And raise the dead of wintertime Deep in the woods our fuel is born It meets the axe to keep us warm We trim the branches, pile it high And leave it for the wind to dry The yellow birch, the spruce so red And juniper to bake good bread Hard maple when the flame's in doubt And cedar if the coals die out And when at night we're by the stove Our bellies full and our stories told The winds of winter might blow cold But none of us will feel it Repeat Chorus Repeat Last Two Lines End Players Vocal: Allan Rankin Yamaha 9ft Concert Grand Piano: Tracey Dares Copyright Wild Garden Music (SOCAN) |