It Snows

It snows, it snows from out the sky,
The feathered flakes, how fast they fly,
Like little birds that don’t know why,
They’re on the chase from place to place,
While neither can the other trace,
While neither can the other trace,
It snows, it snows, A merry play
Is over us on this heavy day.

As dancers in the airy hall
That has not room to hold them all
While some keep up and others fall
They atoms shift, then thick and swift,
They drive along to form the drift,
They drive along to form the drift,
That weaving up so dazzling white
Is rising like a wall of might.

Tomorrow will the storm be done,
Then out will come the golden sun,
And we shall see upon the run
Before his beams in sparkling dreams,
What now a curtain o’er him seems,
What now a curtain o’er him seems,
And thus with life it ever goes
‘Tis shade and shine, it snows, it snows!