Ice Fishing

歌詞

The snow lay up against the curb Finally beaten by the sun Across the street the noon whistle blows Calling back everyone They came out from the luncheonettes Taverns and pharmacies Crossed the wet street back to work Coats unbuttoned, talking easily Ice is cracked on the river Rolling out to the bay On one floe rides a bob-house There's always one who stays out too long they say And there ain't much to millwork The days just go on and on and on And there ain't much to leaving home Till you finally cut the cord and know that you're gone And there ain't much to ice fishing Till you're gone a day or more And the hole you've cut freezes over And it's like you have never been there before