• Deep in the woods in the cold winter air
    Where the bears in their dens could be found
    On the path to the lake if one looked one would find
    Bushes laden with red winter berries.

    Winter berries…
    Sweet to the taste.
    Winter berries…
    Grow by the lake.
    Winter berries…
    Plump and juicy.
    Winter berries…
    Better than candy.

    Sweet and plump was the fruit of the wild berry bush
    Unbeknownst to the now sleeping bears
    If one braved the cold air and the deep winter snow
    One could make with the fruit a fine, rich bordeaux.

    Winter berries…
    Sweet to the taste.
    Winter berries…
    Grow by the lake.
    Winter berries…
    Plump and juicy.
    Winter berries…
    Better than candy.

    The jam one could make with the plump, juicy fruit
    Spread thick onto slices of freshly baked bread.
    Sweet the taste as it lingered in one’s mouth
    Evermore to remind one of cold winter days.

    Winter berries…
    Sweet to the taste.
    Winter berries…
    Grow by the lake.
    Winter berries…
    Plump and juicy.
    Winter berries…
    Better than candy.