In the winter by the moonlight
I remember you in the doorway
Of our little peasant cottage
On the west coast of Norway
Up above the Arctic Circle
We would hang out with Studs Terkel
And the herring just got stronger in Stavanger.
In the winter by the moonlight
When we lived up in Helsinki
And went out on cold nights naked
From our big toe to our pinky
And sat steaming in the sauna
Though we didn't really wanna
And jumped in the freezing lake for goodness sake.
In the winter by the moonlight
I think of North Dakota,
We eloped in my Rambler
And I couldn't start the motor.
There were freight trains--we managed to catch one
And it took us to Saskatchewan
And O the dawn was wondrous on the frozen tundras.