When winter falls
I hope to see
Snow outside my window
Glistening bright
Through heaven's light
It's a perfect sight to see
Unfortunately
I doubt my wish
Will really see the light
For December morn
The sky is torn
But just frost and ice abound
No snow will ice the cold damp ground
Like icing on a cake
No sparkling snow
No winter's glow
Just cold grey light at dawn
But surely it's not too late
To hope and wish and pray
That snow might frost and blanket
The cold grey light of day
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