The air is cold and frozen.
The snow is climbing down.
And as I'm walking, I'm knowin'
The sky hold the winter crown.

The storm started upon the hill,
And crossed the many fields.
It topped the house; went through mill.
And all the victims went down to kneel.

My cheeks have changed to the color red.
And I can no longer see the path.
My body is shivering; my nerves on edge.
And in the white snow there is no math.

The air is cold and frozen.
The snow is climbing down.
And as I'm walking, I'm knowin'
The sky holds the winter crown.