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The years seem to slip by,
hundred-fifty or more,
Since cabins first dotted the Fox River
shore.
From winter's broad shoulder, we've
seen what has gone,
Something wintery calls us, then moves
us along.
Oh, summers are all right. They're
pretty and fair.
They tan all our skins and bleach out
our hair;
But Fox Valley winters are beauty of
old;
With pioneer spirit, the American soul.
Something wintery calls us. It
calls
us today.
As the short-sighted seasons all
flitter away.
The snow falls so freely, the memories
abound;
Something wintery covers our Fox Valley
town,
Something wintery covers our Fox Valley
town,
Something wintery covers our Fox Valley
town,
Today, (It's more than snow...)
Today, (It's an attitude...)
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Spring is the
new birth and summer is
life,
Fox fall is for beauty, relief from all
strife,
'Tis winter weaves that special spell,
Future and past become one and all.
Within the
light from fires cast, are
glimpses of things
That came and have passed.
And as we look on it, we're ageless
that day,
Knowing our valley, where our hearts
always stay...
Something
wintery calls us. It calls
us today.
As the short-sighted seasons all
flitter away.
The snow falls so freely, the memories
abound;
Something wintery covers our Fox Valley
town,
Something wintery covers our Fox Valley
town,
Something wintery covers our Fox Valley
town,
Today, (It's more than snow...)
Today, (It's an attitude...) Today...
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