| Look how the sky’s all silver, beautiful Montreal |
| Out of the sky of silver, snowflakes begin to fall |
| I sit me by my window, I take my pen in hand |
| If I sound a little wintry, you’ll have to understand. |
| So how is California? How is the weather there? |
| Where every day is sunny and where all the skies are fair |
| Tell me, do you remember how once upon a time |
| We’d sit and watch the snow fall, sharing a glass of wine? |
| Oh, that sad old wintry feeling |
| I don’t really seem to mind |
| Sad but sweet old wintry feeling |
| Oh, that wintry feeling, somehow it just seems to suit me fine. |
| If you are never cold love, who’s going to keep you warm? |
| You’ll take the sun for granted, girl, if you run from every storm |
| Lord, me and this old guitar, now we’ve seen a storm or two |
| And we’ve seen a million drifters, these snowflakes and you. |
| Oh, that sad old wintry feeling |
| I don’t really seem to mind |
| Sad but sweet old wintry feeling |
| Oh, that wintry feeling, somehow it just seems to suit me fine. |
| Look how the sky’s all silver, beautiful Montreal |
| Out of the sky of silver, snowflakes begin to fall |
| And I sit me by my window, I take my pen in hand |
| If I sound a little wintry, you’ll have to understand. |
| Oh, that sad old wintry feeling |
| I don’t really seem to mind |
| Sad but sweet old wintry feeling |
| Oh, that wintry feeling, somehow it just seems to suit me fine. |