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The trees are turning early and the hills are all ablaze
The bogs are hard and frosty and the ponds all topped with haze
The moose stew is simmerin' slowly and the rabbit leads are fresh
Cool crisp air down in your lungs, can't help but feel you're blessed
The wood is piling high now and the chimneys have been swept
The stores are getting crowded with just sixty shopping days left
The kids are getting anxious with the thought of jingle bells
The mummers will show and old St. Nick, hope all the folks are well
A Newfoundland autumn really makes you come alive
The turres, the moose and berries make you glad it has arrived
With a beannie on your forehead and the vamps upon your feet
Let's head into the woods, by's, this life is hard to beat
The almanac calls for weather that would make your skin turn blue
All the better says the boys for weekends on ski-doo
You can sit around and sulk and whine and never do a thing
Or grab a fiddle and tap those feet and then begin to sing
A Newfoundland autumn really makes you come alive
The turres, the moose and berries make you glad it has arrived
With a beannie on your forehead and the vamps upon your feet
Let's head into the woods, by's, this life is hard to beat
Now you may think it crazy that a man would prefer this
To the heat in a Florida condo or a walk on a sandy beach
But the sights and sounds of autumn are a treat on every shore
Just take a deep breath and look around and you'll come back for more
A Newfoundland autumn really makes you come alive
The turres, the moose and berries make you glad it has arrived
With a beannie on your forehead and the vamps upon your feet
Let's head into the woods, by's, this life is hard to beat