Song: Sugar Time Song / By: William H. Weaver / song about Maple Sugaring and Making Male Syrup

Song: Sugar Time Song
Lyrics, Voice & Music By: William H. Weaver

(verse1)
It's sugar-time in the mountains,
It's hard work, as you well know,
There's nothing like tapping those maple trees,
And watching the cold sap flow.
(chorus)
Where the steam is always rising,
There's a fire in the evaporator,
The smell of sweet syrup in the air,
And the welcome at the door.
(verse2)
Once the evaporator is ready,
The buckets on the trees are hug,
Time to be spent in the sugar house,
Where the days and the nights are long.
(chorus)
Where the steam is always rising,
There's a fire in the evaporator,
The smell of sweet syrup in the air,
And the welcome at the door.
(verse3)
When the syrup is finally ready,
And draw up time has begun,
It's a busy place in the sugar house,
As syrup through the filters run.
(chorus)
Where the steam is always rising,
There's a fire in the evaporator,
The smell of sweet syrup in the air,
And the welcome at the door.
(verse4)
Before you know it, the season has ended,
And clean up time has begun,
Until the last stick of woods in the shed,
Then you'll know that the work is done.
(chorus)
Where the steam is always rising,
There's a fire in the evaporator,
The smell of sweet syrup in the air,
And the welcome at the door.
(repeat)
Where the steam is always rising,
There's a fire in the evaporator,
The smell of sweet syrup in the air,
And the welcome at the door.
The smell of sweet syrup in the air,
And the welcome at the door.