The Snow Queen comes on dazzling feet
And brings the sparkling snows,
The clouds fly fast with icy sleet,
And the North Wind blows.

Robin is singing a brave little song,
The sweetest song he knows,
But winter nights are dark and long
And the North Wind blows.

Squirrels are sleeping in hollow tree:
Seeds are asleep below;
Baby is cosy as cosy can be;
Let the North Wind blow!