[00:11.64]A fire crackles near the wall
[00:17.33]As frost climbs high on windows tall
[00:22.98]No signal hums no screens intrude
[00:28.50]Just solitude in quietude
[00:36.99]The kettle sings a story stirs
[00:42.78]Of wolves and woods and whispered slurs
[00:48.42]A journal waits a lamp stands by
[00:53.90]To catch the muse that flits and flies
[01:02.18]Each morning brings the deer the light
[01:08.15]The hush of snow the wings in flight
[01:13.82]And by the night the stars come clear
[01:22.31]A kind of time that draws us near
[01:37.46]O Canada your forests keep
[01:43.43]The sacred hours most never reap
[01:48.32]And in your stillness souls are found
[02:23.31]Like roots beneath the frozen ground