Oh I met him at an ice rink in Flin Flon

twas a mild night, just 20 below

as we skated incircles he reached for my hand

but what it felt like im not sure I know

for I had on two pairs of mittens

and he wore a thick sheepskin glove

but if the tembling I felt wasnt due to the cold

then maybe perhaps it was love



Oh Canadian love, Canadian love

its either 40 below or its 90 above

and though its hard to be yearning

when youre freezing or burning

like the dollar we keep falling - in Canadian love



So we ended up going to his place

where I peeled off my mits at the door (both pairs)

and after 10 minutes of struggle my boots and my socks

lay in a pool on the floor

then he tenderly took my wool tuque off

and he rolled down my leg warmers too

by now it was 10 to 11 and we

still had a lot left to do



Oh Canadian love, Canadian love

its either 40 below or its 90 above

and though its hard to be yearning

when youre freezing or burning

like the dollar we keep falling - in Canadian love



with a sigh he unknotted my muffler

then he stopped for a much needed rest

I could tell he was getting discouraged - with reason!

For he was still fully dressed

but when he finally unzippered my parka

I caught sight of the clock and cried "Oh!

Its quarter to 12 and I promised my mother

Id be home an hour ago!"



Well, he looked like a man whod been broken

but it wasnt emotional pain

it was just that he couldnt stand having to watch me

put all that stuff back on again



Oh Canadian love, Canadian love

its either 40 below or its 90 above

and though its hard to be yearning

when youre freezing or burning

like the dollar we keep falling - in Canadian love-acapo