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Published on Apr 23, 2013
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