As the birds migrate to warmer places,
Forming beautiful patterns in the sky
And the leaves turn golden and then wither,
To carpet the ground in shades of brown
You’ll know that it’s winter

As soft snow covers the roadway,
Into which boots sink,
And the white capped trees,
Glint red in the sunset
You’ll know that it’s winter

As the sun shows less and less often,
With a weak glare that warms no one
And the mist surrounds the air,
Making it colder
You’ll know that it’s winter

As the lake is covered with frost,
With the trapped fish calling out for help
And the waterfall frozen over,
Like a white sheet of ice
You’ll know that it’s winter

As the bells jingle,
Over the white snow,
And presents dropped near children
And as the happy roars of the youngsters,
Break the eerie silence
You’ll know that it’s Christmas