| Song | SnowTime |
| Artist | James Taylor |
| Album | Before This World |
| [Verse 1] | |
| Oleana, via Del Norte, O Canada | |
| It was snowtime, it was showtime, it was no time | |
| To be lost in downtown Toronto | |
| It was wintertime, ‘round dinnertime | |
| I’m beginning to see that the sunshine just doesn’t want to | |
| From a side street come a backbeat | |
| Pulling on me like the moon pullin’ on the tide | |
| Ay caramba, one-note samba, la la la la bamba | |
| Lighting me up inside | |
| [Chorus] | |
| They had the heat of the sun in the beat of the talking drum | |
| The light of a tropical moon on a night to remember | |
| Someone summoned up summer just strumming on an old guitar | |
| And every note was the antidote to December | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| My first impression, some kind of procession | |
| Pulling on a long line of fancy dancers | |
| A band stuck up on a flatbed truck | |
| They were raising a ruckus swinging for the fences | |
| Exiled Mexican textile working | |
| Punching two clocks, sending two paychecks home boys | |
| Hard working law ‘biding bus riding people | |
| Celebration on wheels destination unknown | |
| [Chorus] | |
| They had the heat of the sun in the beat of the talking drum | |
| The light of a tropical moon on a night to remember | |
| Someone summoned up summer just strumming on an old guitar | |
| And every note was the antidote to December | |
| [Verse 3] | |
| Rio Grande | |
| Oleana | |
| Via Del Norte | |
| Oh Canada | |
| There was a lifeline south in the song coming from her mouth | |
| It swallowed me up and I followed it on downtown | |
| In the light of dawn the message that life goes on | |
| For the frozen man an invitation to live again | |
| [Chorus] | |
| They had the heat of the sun in the beat of the talking drum | |
| The light of a tropical moon on a night to remember | |
| Someone summoned up summer just strumming on an old guitar | |
| And every note was the antidote to December | |
| [Verse 4] | |
| They were shakin’ it loose with the juice from the mambo man | |
| Long lanky Yankee boy, Buckwheat and Spanky my my | |
| Santiago de Cuba | |
| Belo Horizonte | |
| Cartagena | |
| Guaguancó Canada | |
| Guaguancó Canada |
| Verse 1 | |
| Oleana, via Del Norte, O Canada | |
| It was snowtime, it was showtime, it was no time | |
| To be lost in downtown Toronto | |
| It was wintertime, ' round dinnertime | |
| I' m beginning to see that the sunshine just doesn' t want to | |
| From a side street come a backbeat | |
| Pulling on me like the moon pullin' on the tide | |
| Ay caramba, onenote samba, la la la la bamba | |
| Lighting me up inside | |
| Chorus | |
| They had the heat of the sun in the beat of the talking drum | |
| The light of a tropical moon on a night to remember | |
| Someone summoned up summer just strumming on an old guitar | |
| And every note was the antidote to December | |
| Verse 2 | |
| My first impression, some kind of procession | |
| Pulling on a long line of fancy dancers | |
| A band stuck up on a flatbed truck | |
| They were raising a ruckus swinging for the fences | |
| Exiled Mexican textile working | |
| Punching two clocks, sending two paychecks home boys | |
| Hard working law ' biding bus riding people | |
| Celebration on wheels destination unknown | |
| Chorus | |
| They had the heat of the sun in the beat of the talking drum | |
| The light of a tropical moon on a night to remember | |
| Someone summoned up summer just strumming on an old guitar | |
| And every note was the antidote to December | |
| Verse 3 | |
| Rio Grande | |
| Oleana | |
| Via Del Norte | |
| Oh Canada | |
| There was a lifeline south in the song coming from her mouth | |
| It swallowed me up and I followed it on downtown | |
| In the light of dawn the message that life goes on | |
| For the frozen man an invitation to live again | |
| Chorus | |
| They had the heat of the sun in the beat of the talking drum | |
| The light of a tropical moon on a night to remember | |
| Someone summoned up summer just strumming on an old guitar | |
| And every note was the antidote to December | |
| Verse 4 | |
| They were shakin' it loose with the juice from the mambo man | |
| Long lanky Yankee boy, Buckwheat and Spanky my my | |
| Santiago de Cuba | |
| Belo Horizonte | |
| Cartagena | |
| Guaguancó Canada | |
| Guaguancó Canada |