Look how the sky's all silver, beautiful Montreal
Out of the sky of silver snowflakes begin to fall
I sit by my window I take my pen in hand
If I sound a little wintry you'll have to understand.

So how is California, how is the weather there?
Where everyday is sunny and where all the skies are fair
Tell me do you remember how once upon a time
We'd sit and watch the snow fall sharing a glass of wine?

Oh, that sad old wintry feeling
I don't really seem to mind
Sad but sweet old wintry feeling
Oh, that wintry feeling
Somehow it just seems to suit me fine.

If you are never cold love then who's going to keep you warm
You'll take the sun for granted love if you run from every storm
But Lord, me and this old guitar we've seen a storm or two
We've seen a million drifters these snowflakes and you.

Oh, that sad old wintry feeling
I don't really seem to mind
Sad but sweet old wintry feeling
Oh, that wintry feeling
Somehow it just seems to suit me fine.

Oh, that sad old wintry feeling
I don't really seem to mind...