In a world so cold

The snow falls softly to the ground

As the bitter wind doth howl

A barren tree stands alone

In a world so cold and foul

The ice on the lake doth crack

As the sun begins to rise

But the chill in the air lingers on

As winter's grip doth prize

The frost on the windows cling

As the fire in the hearth dies down

But the warmth in our hearts we bring

As we huddle in our gowns

Though the cold may nip at our nose

And the darkness may be long

We'll weather the storm that blows

For in spring, the thaw is strong.