I. When surly Winter sighs, her icy breath Makes adults think of coming death, Makes children think of falling snow, Ice skates and sleds and away they go....
II. Alone among her Sisters, Winter holds such power To stop the World, to drift in Time, if only for her hour. She puts the trees and fields to sleep, Then covers lakes and land 'neath sheets, And though she tucks them into bed, Their sleeping form is of the dead.
III. This Lady White whose frigid face Turns from the sun with chilly grace Has for herself a single duty: The world to rest in icy beauty. In the North, where'er she goes, She dresses lands with icy snows. In gowns of ermine stand the trees White trains of down lie at their lees. She sets the plain with crystal lakes, And sugars hills with frosted flakes. Where ever she in beauty goes, The icy Queen her magic sows.
IV. Strange sister of four Seasons, Her face, at first, seems set in Death, But we who walk out on her icy grounds, Traverse a frozen pond or wander rounds Deep into her forests fast asleep, know well, We who stop to listen and to look can tell, Life's certitude awaits the end of chilly Winter's icy fling. (Congregation: "Even so come quickly, Lady Spring!")