Snow is falling gently
Falling softly to the ground
Flakes of different sizes
Fluttering softly, 'round and 'round.
All is white, it is like,
A coffin in a silver shroud.
Children sliding on the ice
Shouting of their joy and cold
In the snow, a snowman's built
His clothes of snow and his heart of gold
Smoking his pipe, like he always did
Like he always did, in the days of old
Snowballs are flying, Christmas is in the air
Hearts are glowing, Christmas is coming
Trees and houses are all decorated
Children, wrapping gifts, singing or humming
All the children are hoping, hopes over rated?
A doll's house, a train set, maybe something big will be freighted.
Chris Loft #6 1968
Falling softly to the ground
Flakes of different sizes
Fluttering softly, 'round and 'round.
All is white, it is like,
A coffin in a silver shroud.
Children sliding on the ice
Shouting of their joy and cold
In the snow, a snowman's built
His clothes of snow and his heart of gold
Smoking his pipe, like he always did
Like he always did, in the days of old
Snowballs are flying, Christmas is in the air
Hearts are glowing, Christmas is coming
Trees and houses are all decorated
Children, wrapping gifts, singing or humming
All the children are hoping, hopes over rated?
A doll's house, a train set, maybe something big will be freighted.
Chris Loft #6 1968
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