Hark! O jolly children!
the naippy weather sings:
winter,
winter,
He is coming,
stop fanning,
chill is trickling.
See! O jolly children!
the silent sky shows a new scene:
birds go
to and fro,
mist lies,
fog flies.
Hark! O jolly children
night is saying:
summer is going,
heat is dying,
dying, dying.
O children! Again be jolly!
winter comes slowly, slowly,
life will be cold
for you and old,
time to be very bold,
winter,
winter,
at the door,
winter, winter, snowy winter!