Skating, wind at my back,
Gliding, blades moving fast;
Cutting ice smooth as glass,
Oh, how I feel so free as the world flies past.
The nippy north wind will try to race with you,
He'll turn your cheeks red and turn your fingers blue,
So wear your warm scarf and your mittens too.
Skating, racing the wind,
Holding hands with my friend;
Trying hard not to fall,
Oh, how I love to skate on the long canal.
Skating, wind in my face,
Puffing, losing the race;
Straining hard to get back,
Oh, how I love the warmth of the skating shack.