The Winter Camp
Traditional translation by Edith Fowke. Arranged by The Wakami Wailers © 1984
G When the Winter Comes at last D G And the river freezes fast C D Em Out into the woods we go C D Live for months there in the snow G C Am Away we go to the winter camp Am C D G Away we go to the winter camp Wretched man what lies ahead On the ground you'll make your bed In the cold and in the snow Cold hard work is all you'll know When you reach Quebec next spring Aching bones is all you'll bring First to see the boss you'll head To ask for the cash to buy your bread When you ask him to be paid For the days that you have slaved When he tells you he is broke You won't laugh much at his joke Then your family with great joy Welcomes home their shanty boy Father meets you at the gate Mother piles food on your plate When they shout at you with cheer You will yell both loud and clear To the Devil with the shack Never more will I go back