The Snow
The snow in bitter cold,
Fell all the night;
And we awoke to see
The garden white.
And still the silvery flakes
Go whirling by,
White feathers guttering
From a grey sky.
Beyond the gate, soft feet In silence go,
Beyond the frosted pane
White shines the snow.
The Snow
The snow in bitter cold,
Fell all the night;
And we awoke to see
The garden white.
And still the silvery flakes
Go whirling by,
White feathers guttering
From a grey sky.
Beyond the gate, soft feet In silence go,
Beyond the frosted pane
White shines the snow.