Sunday April 16

Oh, hear the call of winter’s bane,
As still our slopes hold snow and reign.
One day more our hill stays,
To welcome you in all your ways.

Join us now in merry throng,
To ski, to laugh, to sing a song.
Let old friends greet and new ones meet,
As we embrace this joyous feat.

Behold the grandeur of the peaks,
With snow and ice upon their cheeks.
Their majesty so full of grace,
As we ski upon their face.

Amidst this beauty, do not forget,
Our lifties to whom we owe a debt.
Their tireless work keeps us safe,
So let us thank them without haste.

Come, let us revel in the snow,
Before it melts and bids us go.
This final day, a treasure rare,
So come and join us if you dare.