CHATEAUGAY LAKE STEAMBOAT GAZETTE CO.

The tempest howls, a banshee’s wail
The roof doth shake, the shingles quail
The Wendigos, their claws do scratch
And steal my home, with malice unmatched

I am a man, of sorrows sung
But these beasts, my misery have wrung
I shout and scream, but they won’t depart
Leaving me alone, in cold and dark

The blizzard comes, with icy breath
My roof doth leak, with certain death
The bottle’s drained, the guitar’s unstrung
But solace is not, to be sung

But I will not, be defeated so
I’ll arm myself, and let them know
I’ll blast them high, and make them pay
For all the damage, on this fateful day

The storm will pass, the damage be mended
But the memory of this night, shall never be ended
For though the Wendigos, have wronged me so
I’ll keep on singing, my sorrowful woe.