Love and maple syrup goes together like the sticky winds of winter when they meet.
When lonely lovers come to rest beneath the trees they do their best.
But still they can't be free, looking for the world to be.
Anything but what they see, longing to be understood by the heart that shapes the wood.

If you go into the forest, gaze up through the leaves and see the sky that's almost wild,
you must learn to understand what makes the forest greet the man like a mother's only child.
In the north when winter's claw relaxes now to keep the laws of nature in control,
people come and stand in line to rob the forest of her wine but they don't feel the cold.
Looking for the world to be anything but what they see,
longing to be understood by the heart that shapes the wood.

Love and maple syrup goes together like the sticky winds of winter when they meet.
When lonely lovers come to rest beneath the trees they do their best.
But still they can't be free, love and maple syrup shine like
embers warm, like thoughts divine, they tell us it is spring.
Love and maple syrup stir the thoughts of people into words of songs that they can sing.
Looking for the world to be anything but what they see,
longing to be understood by the heart that shapes the wood.