©Dermot O'Reilly

A winter snow is a child's delight as it brightens up a winter's night,
And coats the earth in a cheery white as it softly drifts upon it,

Smiling faces watch the ground as the snow is falling all around,
And through the glass, there comes no sound as it slowly melts upon it.

Snowman, snow house, hey play with me,
Shake the snow down from a tree,
Games once played by you and me,
Snow softly falling.

Morning comes and the children play, their laughter rings out through the day
They hope the snow is here to stay, that it won't be gone tomorrow

Riding, sliding down the hill, the time for fun is now, but still
As they climb up life's long hill, they're sure to meet some sorrow