Arise the sun
Another dreary day
Amongst the Northern wind
In which we like to play

Nestled in the hills
Quiet, calm, serene
It comes like a vision
From a child's dream

Falling from the sky
Like dew drops from on high
Slowly sinking down
Collecting on the ground

The snow is cold and wet
Trees they like to blanket
Within this winter wonderland
That is found inside my head.