The Snow lay gently on the ground
the day that you were born
Lay where it fell without a sound
The day that you were born.
I took you, son into my arms
(depite the nurses' faint alarms)
and sang a lullaby by Brahms
The snow lay gently on the ground
the day that you were born.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem