Take one long and very horrible Quebec winter, add a touch of cabin fever and a chance encounter with an old Elvis gospel song, shake it up with a sarcastic sense of humour and an inability to be embarrassed by public exposure and you get some very strange outcomes.

I present: A Song for Spring.

Sung to the tune of “I Believe”, by Elvis Presley.)

I believe for every drop of rain that falls
A snowflake dies
I believe that somewhere in the darkest night
A warm front lies
I believe for everyone who gives up hope, Springtime will come
Till then we cope
I believe, I believe

I believe that winter storms will one day cease
And ice will go
I believe that someone in the great somewhere
Will make it so

Everytime I see the snow banks grow and grow,
Or see the sky grow dark and cold
Then I know why, I feel so old

But everytime I hear a drip from off the roof,
Or see a snow bank waste way
Then I know why, I believe

For those who might like to hear Mr. Presley’s version, here you are: