Lyrics

[Verse]
Down in Petawawa, where the leaves are turnin' gold,
The craft market's hummin', stories being told.
Pumpkin spice and homemade pies, scents fill up the air,
Families gather 'round with hearts full of care.

[Verse 2]
Kids runnin' 'bout, with cider in their hands,
Joyful chaos echoes, across this autumn land.
Hand-knit scarves and wooden toys, spread out in the stalls,
Everyone's a neighbor in these close-knit walls.

[Chorus]
Pumpkin spice and everything nice, we share what we can sow,
Food banks overflow with love from hearts that know.
Lightning McQueen's racin' dreams, kids cheer 'til the sun’s grown old,
In Petawawa's craft market, warmth will never fold.

[Verse 3]
Granny’s got her quilts, stitched with memories and grace,
Each pattern tells a history of this loving place.
Folks trade their tales 'bout years gone by, round a roaring fire,
The community's spirit stretchin' ever higher.

[Verse 4]
Farmers bringin’ autumn’s best, their harvest rich and bold,
Retelling every season's story, of the crops they’ve sold.
Rusty tractors stand as statues, worn but full of pride,
Reminders of the toil that's shared by your side.

[Chorus]
Pumpkin spice and everything nice, we share what we can sow,
Food banks overflow with love from hearts that know.
Lightning McQueen's racin' dreams, kids cheer 'til the sun’s grown old,
In Petawawa's craft market, warmth will never fold.