The clouds are dark, the sky is dim-
It gives no light and still
The flakes of snow begin to fall.
It is our Father's will.

The snowy hills and frozen lakes
Are like a wonderland
That's covered in a blanket white
Made by the Master's hand.

It's beauty marked by trees that glow
With flakes of snow and mist.
We watch this blessing from above
In solitude and bliss.