White stars falling gently,
Softly down to earth,
Red fires burning brightly
In the warm and cosy hearth.
White trees changed to elfin-land,
By red sun's dazzling glow,
Little robin redbreasts
Hopping in the snow.
Happy children's voices,
Shouting loud with glee,
Oh! the joys of winter
Are wonderful to me.
Softly down to earth,
Red fires burning brightly
In the warm and cosy hearth.
White trees changed to elfin-land,
By red sun's dazzling glow,
Little robin redbreasts
Hopping in the snow.
Happy children's voices,
Shouting loud with glee,
Oh! the joys of winter
Are wonderful to me.