Against the nights black cold, flakes swirl and tumble.
Outside my bedroom window.
Silently and still, the world seems to slumber.
Under softly falling snow.
The night gets cold, but the night gets even colder.
For those who have no place to go.
No gloves, no coats, no trees with candle holders.
In the softly falling snow.
The mice move in and settle in the walls and folks dwell high and low.
Some wield the lights, others will crumble.
In the softly falling snow.
Against the nights black cold, flakes swirl and tumble.
Outside my bedroom window.
Silently and still, the world seems to slumber.
Under softly falling snow.
