Winter Park

O’re the ground fresh snow lays thick No footprints can you see So new the snow no one has trod Not even you and me. Come let’s dent this mantle white Leave footprints in the park Where winter’s beauty we can see Against a sky so dark. Look can you see the holly tree They say she wears the crown With berries bright and beautiful To dress her prickly gown. And look up at the tall bear trees You can see the mistletoe too Come let’s stand beneath and I’ll share a kiss with you. Don’t stop now let’s trudge on For there’s a chestnut tree Let’s pick some of her prickly seeds And roast them for our tea.