Native Canadians say that in Quebec there are 6 seasons.

Morning's a frost on the car

By noon, the asphalt's soft

I left in a wool coat

Came back with my sleeves off

Clouds roll in like trouble

Then the sky goes clean and blue

You check the window twice

'Cause it lies to you

One hand on the zipper

One eye on the sky

Boots by the door

'Cause we never ask why

Quebec weather, take me on

Quebec weather, come and gone

Freezing rain, then burning sun

If we make it here, we make it anywhere

Quebec weather, take me on

Quebec weather, come and gone

What tomorrow wants, no one knows

If we survive this, we survive anywhere

Wind cuts through the alley

Like it knows your name

Snow on the mailbox

Then a summer thunderclap

Hail hits the hood hard

Like a handful of stones

Then the whole town's steaming

On the walk back home

Scarf in July

Umbrella in the trunk

We dress for a maybe

Never what we want

Quebec weather, take me on

Quebec weather, come and gone

Freezing rain, then burning sun

If we make it here, we make it anywhere

Quebec weather, take me on

Quebec weather, come and gone

What tomorrow wants, no one knows

If we survive this, we survive anywhere

Forty below, forty above

Same old joke, same old test

Blizzard eyes and heatwave skin

We learn to laugh at the rest

Quebec weather, take me on

Quebec weather, come and gone

Cold snap, flood, and firestorm

If we make it here, we make it anywhere

Quebec weather, take me on

Quebec weather, come and gone

What tomorrow wants, no one knows

If we survive this, we survive anywhere

Thank you Quebec!

Merci Québec!