Oh, wintery snow...
Thy should not grow....
Thy trees stop with their show...
Ye be the ground be cold...
As thy snow falls...
All glittering like gold...
Sparkling as it hits the ground...
Gently starts to fall on the cemetary ground..
Over thy tombstones...
Oh quite gentle snow now black....
My heart is cold...
But just sit there...
Sit in the gentle snow...
Oh wintery snow....
