Turning ever turning, roll on old sun The night will wane and the bird will sing, roll on old sun Spark's gone out of everything, roll on old sun But winter still melts into spring, roll on old sun Grit and grace of a chickadee ... I tip my hat to your bravery ... Round and round and round my friend ... One day we shall embrace again ... *** Hang the bucket from the tap ... Later on we'll gather sap ... Toss a log into the fire ... Bring the flames up a little higher ... Boil the sap and boil it down ... Watch it turn from clear to brown ... As the sap gets sweet and dark ... Many hands make lighter work ... Boiling sap to keep us warm ... Pure New England true to form ... (/ Here in Montague, Brook's Bend Farm ...) If the sugar shack gets too steamy ... We'll cool off later with a maple creemee ... When the water's boiled away ... We'll have some syrup by the end of the day ... There's no quick solution, don't be too eager ... That's the lesson from Pete Seeger ...
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