Recorded by: Buddy Wasisname and the Other Fellers
Written by: Wayne Chaulk


Trapped in my kitchen while a storm blows
Outside there is nothing but blowing snow
Nothing to do and no where to go
Time is just to be lazy

It’s a gift from the maker of the cold north wind
Slipping a hint from a good old friend
Time to relax and take a break from troubles trials and labour

Not by the hair on my chinny chin chin
You’re the big north wind and you can’t come in
You’ll huff and puff and blow cold snow
But I’m okay by the old wood stove

It’s running down my windows in patterns bold
Coming from the wind blowing ‘cross the cove
The world disappears in a cloud of snow
And I just sit here watching
With a hum and a whistle and a moan and a groan
It scratches at my windows and pounds my home
Shoots up my roof and over my peak, peeps right down my chimney


I can hear loud breathing of the big yellow plough
Snow drifts building filling up the town
Schools is closed, the post office shut
No one can get to the shop.
Think I’ll unplug the telephone, the old TV
And no one in the world can pester me
Going to stay at home and take a break from keeping the wolf from the door.