He can not find the proper words
Sky is filled with starry scenes
Hima, Himalaya is my old time stomping ground
Across the plain I see a figure
"Do you have the time my friend?"
Satellites move across the sky
Every instant growing bigger
Father bear is sound asleep
The author looms above his page
He approaches to a rod
(Oh yes, time is of the essence)
To describe his only world
Where no two snowflakes are alike
I whisper up a prayer to god
And every year they multiply
(Oh yes, time is of the essence)
Mani, Manitoba, better snows I've never found
One would have a brilliant rhyme
One would think that in a life
And will be so for several weeks
For each and every bit of time
Hima, Himalaya is my old time stomping ground
While faith proposes that I wave
(Oh yes, time is of the essence)
Mani, Manitoba, better snows I've never found
Instinct tells me to run away
The stranger asks me with a grin
And thinks it strange that at his age
Of heroes and their greatest deeds
