• Gray clouds above,
    White snow falls.
    Oh wintery love,
    the north wind calls.

    Trees bare of leaves,
    receive delicate flakes.
    Come down a gentle breeze,
    from over the frozen lakes.

    In the air sets a chill,
    As the clouds fill the sky.
    No longer the air is still,
    As the wind begins to fly.

    Across the field of white,
    Trees sway in a trance.
    The wind continues flight,
    Causing branches to dance.

    I hold out my hand,
    Catching flakes of snow.
    Oh sweet Winter Land,
    May your cold tides flow!