Hot Buttered Rum

When chimney smoke hangs still and low

Across the stubbled fields of snow

And angry skies reach down to seize

The sorry blackened bones of trees

In the dead of winter

When the silent snowbirds come

You're my sweet maple sugar honey

My hot buttered rum

When dreary Christmas decorations

Line the streets and filling stations

And the dime store Santas can't disguise

The empty hands and empty eyes

In the dead of winter

When the tinsel angels come

You're my sweet maple sugar honey

My hot buttered rum

When gloves and boots and woolen parkas

Bring cold comfort to the heart

Bitter memories freeze the tongue

Songs of love are left unsung

In the dead of winter

When them cold feelings come

You're my sweet maple sugar honey

My hot buttered rum

When chimney smoke hangs still and low

Across the stubbled fields of snow

And angry skies reach down to seize

The sorry blackened bones of trees

In the dead of winter

When the silent snowbirds come

You're my sweet maple sugar honey

My hot buttered rum

In the dead of winter

When the silent snowbirds come

You're my sweet maple sugar honey

My hot buttered rum

You're my sweet maple sugar honey

My hot buttered rum

Sweet maple sugar

Hot buttered rum