Let winter come and walk roughshod
With sleet and freezing rains.
We fear it not, we trust in God
And jumper cables and tire chains.

We’re prepared for the good fight,
We shall be cheerful though the blizzard blows.
Though it is ten below, a long cold night,
We trust in coffee and warm clothes.

From Worthington to Grand Marais,
From Lake Vermilion to Red Wing,
We thank God for the coldest day
And offer up our suffering.

From Bemidji to Anoka,
From Rochester to Roseau, Winter makes us finer folk, a-
Las we’re modest and can’t say so.