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And the tall pine trees shivered

As the freezing wind blew through

And the swollen, rushing rivers

Held their courses straight and true

And the lumberjack leaned on his log

And watched as though he knew

The ways of winter

And the clear blue sky was covered

By a layer of fleecy cloud

And the snow fell through the trees

Like a falling mourning shroud

And the wind up in the conifers exalted clear and loud

The ways of winter

And the snow was falling thick

And the forest, it was dead

He turned his face up to the shy

And slowly shook his head

The sun shone through the falling snow

A dull and fiery red

That day in winter

And the logger threw his axe

Across his broad snow-covered back

And he wandered through the pines

Down the steep and twisting track

And he knew that though his axe be sharp

He never could attack

The ways of winter