作曲 : Thompson
When chimney smoke hangs still and lowacross the stubbled fields of snow
And angry skies reach down and seizethe sorry blackened bones of trees
In the dead of winter when the silent snowbirds come
You're my sweet maple sugar, honey, hot buttered rum
When dreary 
Christmas decorationsline the streets and filling stations
And dime store 
Santas can't disguisetheir empty hands and empty eyes
In the dead of winter when the tinsel angels come
You're my sweet maple sugar, honey, hot buttered rum
When gloves and boots and woolen parkasbring cold comfort to the heartand bitter memories freeze the tongueand songs of love are left unsung
In the dead of winter when the cold feelings come
You're my sweet maple sugar, honey, hot buttered rum