| Look how the sky’s all si-ilver
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| Beautiful Montreal
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| Out of the sky of si-ilver
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| Snowflakes begin to fa-all
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| I sit by my wi-indow
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| I take my pen in hand
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| If I sound a little wi-intry
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| You’ll have to understand
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| So how is California
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| How is the weather there
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| Where everyday is su-unny
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| And where all the skies are fair-air
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| Tell me do you reme-ember
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| How once upon a time
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| We’d sit and watch the snow-ow fall
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| Sharing a glass of wine
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| Oh that sa-ad old wintry fee-eeling
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| I don’t really see-eem to mind
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| Sad but sweet old wintry fee-eeling
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| Oh that wintry fee-eeling
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| Somehow it just seems to suit me fine
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| If you are never co-old love
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| Then who’s going to keep you warm
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| You’ll take the sun for granted love
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| If you run from every stor-orm
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| But Lord, me and this old guitar
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| We’ve seen a storm or two
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| We’ve seen a million drifters
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| These snowflakes and you
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| Oh that sad old wintry fee-eeling
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| I don’t really see-eem to mind
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| Sad but sweet old wintry fee-eeling
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| Oh that wintry feeling
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| Somehow it just seems to sui-uit me fine
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| Oh that sad old wintry fee-eeling
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| I don’t really see-eem to mind |