White domes cap the mountain's head
Heathers bloom in roses’ stead
We cherish the diminishing light
The world blanketed with beguiling white

A serene evening, oh so still
Sun battling with nighttime’s will
A cloud of vapor when I speak
A rosy glow upon my cheek

A flicker sets the world on fire
A flaring coldness in its entire
If I close my eyes, I could almost imagine
The fairytale about to begin

The dazzling landscape sits bright and clear
The breath of winter almost here
Back to the wonderland so long ago
From a little bit of snow…