See the pretty snowflakes Falling from the sky; On the wall and housetops Soft and thick they lie.
On the window ledges, On the branches bare; Now how fast they gather, Filling all the air.
Look into the garden, Where the grass was green; Covered by the snowflakes, Not a blade is seen.
Now the bare black bushes All look soft and white, Every twig is laden, What a pretty sight!
