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The morning greets you by the hand
The wind is howling like she’s mad
And all the trees are whispering,
the simple joys of living,
The water on the lake is frozen dead.
A walk, a stroll, amongst the snow
The evergreens, they ought to know
That you can hear most everything
The secrets that the land can sing,
The underbelly of the north
It’s time
It's time
It’s time and oh it’s time
For them to know…
Out by your lake
A white sky elates
A whole land waits
For the messages you decode
For the forests and the fjords
It’s time
It’s time
It’s time and oh it’s time
For them to know…
The underbelly of the north
The underbelly of the north
