Mon pays ce n’est pas un pays, c’est l’hiver
Mon jardin ce n’est pas un jardin, c’est la plaine
Mon chemin ce n’est pas un chemin, c’est la neige
Mon pays ce n’est pas un pays, c’est l’hiver
Gilles Vigneault was always on my radar growing up. As a kid, I thought this song was MAGICAL. It reminds me of so many winter activities: nordic skiiing in our backyard and onto the river, Winterlude, ice fishing, cardinal spotting along the Jack Pine Trail, walking down Grandview in minus 40 degree weather because it was after 6pm and the 166 OC Transpo doesn’t “do” Grandview after 6pm.
GV’s a sovereigntist which I reckon I was unaware of as a youth. Oh well. Everyone has their pluses and minuses.
Ma chanson, ce n’est pas une chanson, c’est ma vie. Amen!
shewasavisitor 
I love Vigneault