DESCRIPTION:
Music by Tommy Thompson
Sung by Bryan Bowers
Video by Donna Green-Townsend

Lyrics: When chimney smoke hangs still and low
across the stubbled fields of snow
and angry skies reach down to seize
sorry black and bones of trees
In the dead of winter
when the silent snow birds come
You're my, sweet maple sugar honey
hot buttered rum

When dreary Christmas decorations
line the streets and the filling stations
and dimestore Santas can't disguise
empty hands and empty eyes
In the dead of winter
when tinsel angles comes
you're my sweet maple sugar honey
hot buttered rum


When gloves and boots and woolen parkas
bring cold comfort to the heart
and bitter memories freeze the tongue
and songs of love are left unsung
In the dead of winter
when the cold feelings come
you're my sweet maple sugar honey
hot buttered rum