“Time on Clancy Hill” 

Snow dashes through

the bucolic glow of glimmering lights.

Time locks itself into this winter tale, and

flakes fall unencumbered in the evening silence,

breaking this white serenity. 

It’s the moment to enjoy Clancy Hill.

We sled down towards its base. 

Laughter travels past the evergreen trees, 

telling our story of Cardigan tradition. 

Now, time flies as the winds roam. 

Skiing and sliding, sledding and winding, 

down the mountain we go.

Then we scamper back to the top,

breathing with relief, 

feeling cold and tired in the dim glow. 

until we're done and drinking hot cocoa. 

Until we're done and drinking hot cocoa, 

feeling cold and tired in the dim glow,

breathing with relief.

Then we scamper back to the top,

down the mountain we go.

Skiing and sliding, sledding and winding.

Now, time flies as the winds roam. 

telling our story of Cardigan tradition.

The laughter travels past the evergreen trees; 

we sled down towards its base.

It’s the moment to enjoy Clancy Hill, 

breaking this white serenity. 

Flakes fall unencumbered in the evening silence.

Time locks itself into this winter tale, and 

the bucolic glow of glimmering lights.

Snow dashes through.