How The West Québec Was Won - The Acorn

Packing on the layers and headed to the hills for the season

Shaking off the shackles of the city and forgettable days

And relishing the simple joys of fire

Forget about the sticky apartments all is lost on the haze

But oh,

We’ll glide on frozen water

Tumble down mountains made of snow

We’ve been breaking resolutions and promises for most of the year

My love you’re still smoking, I’m never parting ways with the beer

Every night we stumble home together

Take longer and longer as our favourite constellations appear

Oh,

Well glide on frozen water

And move into the hills of Gatineau

We can stay up every night

As the city’s slowly buried in the snow