[Verse 1: Jane Siberry & Rebecca Campbell]
Winter time on the frozen river
Sunday afternoon
Oh (Oh)
They're playing hockey on the frozen river
Rosie
Just ignore her, it's not time to go yet
You skate as fast as you can 'til you hit the snowbank
That's how you stop (That's why), thank you
And you buy your sweater through the catalogue
Sailing on
Rosie
You'll have that scar on your chin forever, you know
Looks bad now, but someday your girlfriend will say, "Hey, what?"
You might look out the window

[Chorus: Jane Siberry]
Don't let those Sunday afternoons
Get away, get away, get away, get away
Get away, get away, get away, get away
Brеak away, break away
Break away
Break away
Brеak away

[Verse 2: Jane Siberry & Rebecca Campbell]
This stick was signed by Jean Belliveau
So don't fuckin' tell me where to fuckin' go
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
Sunday afternoon (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hey, your dog just stole the puck (Aw, not my dog)
You get it, you get it, you get it (Your turn)
You get it (Your turn)
They rioted in the streets of Montreal, you know
When they benched Rocket Richard
And that is true bona fide Canadian history
That's what really counts
That's what we're all about
[Chorus: Jane Siberry & Rebecca Campbell]
Don't let those Sunday afternoons
Get away, get away, get away, get away
Get away, get away, get away, get away
Break away, break away, break away
Break away
Break away
Break away
Get away, get away, get away, get away
Get away, get away, get away, get away
Break away
Break away
Break away
Break away
Break away
Break away (Break away)
Break away (Break away)
Break away (Break away)
Break away (Break away)
Break away (Break away)
Break away (Break away)
Break away (Break away)

[Verse 3: Jane Siberry & Rebecca Campbell]
You use your rubber boots for goalposts
And you're so proud of that
'Cause they're your boots that they're usin' that
Oh, walkin' home
Ahh
There's some people fishin' in those fishin' huts down the river
Smoking big cigars and telling stories of long ago
Rosie
Just, just pretend you're not here
It's not time to go, we're not done
Rosie
Rosie (Rosie)
[Interlude]

[Jane Siberry]
Rebecca Campbell

[Rebecca Campbell]
I still haven't even got one goal yet

[Jane Siberry]
You know, it's how you play that counts

[Rebecca Campbell]
I'm not coming home now

[Jane Siberry]
Lisa, come on up

[Lisa Lindo]
Aw, man

[Jane Siberry]
Yeah, that's right, there'll be more Sunday afternoons
Phillip Brown, come on home

[Phillip Brown]
Aw, do I have to?
[Jane Siberry]
Yes, not only do you have to, you have to right now!

[Phillip Brown]
Okay!

[Jane Siberry]
Okay, good
Aw, what a sock
What about you, Catherine Russell? Come on home

[Catherine Russell]
What are you making for dinner?

[Jane Siberry]
We're having cheese dreams!

[Catherine Russell]
Okay

[Jane Siberry]
And we're gonna have
Those chocolate wafers with whipped cream that you put in between–

[Gail Ann Dorsey]
Oh, my favorite!

[Jane Siberry]
And take the knife and go like this along the top
And you take those sparkly sugary things
And then you eat it all up really fast
And then you go into a coma about twenty minutes later
I don't want to hear another peep from you kids (Peep!)
I don't want to hear another peep from you kids (Peep!)
I don't want to hear another peep from–
Gail Ann Dorsey, come on home

[Gail Ann Dorsey]
I'm not ready to go home yet

[Jane Siberry]
Gail, whatever you say goes
All right, dinner's off, everybody can stay

[Verse 4: Jane Siberry]
The sun is setting on the frozen river
And the willow trees with their long fingers
Hanging over the banks
And somewhere far away in the distant memory
Is a little boy sittin' on a log with bare feet
Bruised knees
Fishin' fishin'
Dreamin' of one day, one day
They're playin' hockey on the frozen river
The wind is dying down
Don't let those Sunday afternoons
Don't let those Sunday afternoons
Get away

[Outro: Jane Siberry]
Thank you very much, thank you