bleakness of winter night
snow it does fall
at start of twilight
hear the owls call
snow drifts in the wind
outside freezing cold
hear the snow grind
people outside so bold
carol singers rusty voices
sing there favorite song
picked the easy choices
so not to sing them wrong
heavier and heavier snow
pilling up very high
how the sky it doth glow
hope soon winters nigh
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