The morning greets you by the hand

The wind is howling like she’s mad

And all the trees are whispering,

the simple joys of living,

The water on the lake is frozen dead.

A walk, a stroll, amongst the snow

The evergreens, they ought to know

That you can hear most everything

The secrets that the land can sing,

The underbelly of the north

It’s time

It's time

It’s time and oh it’s time

For them to know…

Out by your lake

A white sky elates

A whole land waits

For the messages you decode

For the forests and the fjords

It’s time

It’s time

It’s time and oh it’s time

For them to know…

The underbelly of the north

The underbelly of the north