(Fallon, Gaster, Maines, Sult)
Standing waist high in snow, what brought me here I do not know
Sky is filled with starry scenes of heroes in their greatest deeds
Satellites move across the sky, and every year they multiply
Father bear is sound asleep and will be so for several weeks
Across the plain I see a figure every instant growing bigger
Instinct tells me to run away, while faith proposes that I wave
He approaches to a rod I whisper up a prayer to Gd
The stranger asks me with a grin, "Do you have the time my friend?"
Himalaya is my old time stomping ground (oh yes, time is of the essence)
Manitoba, better snows I've never found (oh yes, time is of the essence)
The author looms above his page and thinks it strange that at his age
he can not find the proper words to describe his only world
One would think that in a life where no two snowflakes are alike
one would have a brilliant rhyme for each and every bit of time
Himalaya is my old time stomping ground (oh yes, time is of the essence)
Manitoba, better snows I've never found (oh yes, time is of the essence)