Cold is the wind ,cold is in the blow
blasting through me like nobody knows
feel it on my face tearing at my eyes
the cold is biting back and I just want to hide

snow fall on the ground ,higher than the grass
all is white all is quiet not a sound behad
footprint show the walkers dogs and followers shiver by
snowfall on the rooftops and chimneys puff their white

cold is the wind I feel it through and through
but i is all tucked up in here with fire ,logs and stew
venture out ,I'd sooner not when wine a plenty and foody lots
so stay inside ..rest your feet.. enjoy the warm and drink a cheers