Elizabeth Brewster - Thirty Below lyrics

The prairie wind sounds colder Than any wind I have ever heard. Looking through frosted windows I see snow whirl in the street And think how deep All over the country now Snow drifts And cars are stuck On icy roads. A solitary man walking Wraps his face in a woolen mask, Turns his back sometimes So as not to front This biting, eye-smarting wind. Suddenly i see my dead father In an old coat too thin for him, The tabs of his caps pulled over his ears, On a drifted road in New Brunswick Walking with bowed head Towards home.