Winter comes slowly, cause we’re taking our time We linger longer, and feel the sunlight Maybe last month or maybe last year week We left the front door with boots on our feet With boots on our feet Distant thoughts off winter When the Moon it meets the Sun Golden fields of summer in old Saskatchewan Fires on the lake shore In barren fields we run Summer turns to autumn in old Saskatchewan Winter comes slowly, cause we’re taking our time We linger longer, and feel the sunlight And feel the sunlight